Page 90 of Grease Monkey
“It’s not the same thing,” I yell, the pressure pounding against my skull at the mere idea that he could add me to a group of women who’d only use him for sex.
“Isn’t it? Let’s see, shall we?” He lifts his hand and starts checking off his fingers. “You’re engaged to a man who controls you. You are so painfully unhappy with your life thatyoucame on tome. Made the first move. Begged me…”
My hand cracks across his cheek so hard my palm stings. Dragons breathe less fire than Teddy right now. The sun has started to rise, casting a warm orange glow through the curtainless window as Teddy towers above me. The vein in his neck throbbing in time with his deep breathing.
“It’s not the same because we mean something to each other, Teddy. As much as you hate to admit it, you know you still care about me. Unlike anyone else you’ve slept with. I’m different because I was always yours first.”
He sneers. “Meant, Morgana. Wemeantsomething to each other.” His voice lowers, his face softening ever so slightly as his gaze drops to the ground. “Or at least I used to think we did back when we were kids.” His eyes snap back to mine like he’s realized he said that out loud. His eyes turn to steel again as he shouts, “What are you still doing here? I said, get out.”
I swallow the thick lump lodged in my throat and scramble for the door, running down the metal stairs. Running past his office, I grab my handbag and laptop case, forgetting all about my keys and car, and I frantically rush out into the cool morning air that hits me almost as hard as Teddy’s words. My lungs burn from lack of oxygen, each lash of his tongue slicing through skin and right to the bone. I grab my cell from my bag and hit the one person I know I can depend on.
“Babe, isn’t it like 4 a.m.? Is everything okay?”
“I can’t do this anymore, Shay. I can’t be the person they think I should be.”
“Okay, deep breath. What are you talking about?” She sounds more awake now, and I should feel guilty that I called at six her time, but I feel like I’m suffocating.
“I fucked up. I’ve messed everything up so badly, Shay. I don’t know who I am anymore. I’m so lost, so tired of it all.”
“Morgs, what happened?”
“I slept with Teddy.”
She’s silent.
“Oh, shit,” She breathes.
Yup.Oh, shitis right.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Morgana
“Ms. Adler?”
I lift my head and blink at Garret, the associate whose name I could never remember, as he steps inside my little office.
“Hey,” I say, lifting my lips into a smile? A grimace? Just simply baring my teeth at the poor boy? Who knows at this point. “Didn’t I say you could call me Morgana?”
His cheeks turn pink.
“Oh, right. Sorry.” He stares at my face for a second too long before he frowns. “Is everything okay?”
And isn’t that the loaded question of the day?
Two days since I slept with Teddy and he tossed me out of his apartment.
Two days since I cheated on my fiancé.
Two days since Ozzy dropped off my car keys.
Two days since I’ve barely slept or eaten. The mess I made for myself consuming me that I’ve forgotten how to function as an adult. Which is clear since the young assistant is looking at me like I’m grotesque or something. Okay, so I didn’t put makeup on today, or wash my hair, so I scrapped it back into a ponytail… or wear proper work attire, but I didn’t think I lookedthatbad.
“Yeah,” I sigh, leaning back in my seat and scrubbing at my over-tired eyes.
“Are you sick?” he asks, taking a small but noticeable step back.
I open my mouth, about to tell him I’m fine, but then I close it again and nod. “Yeah, my stomach’s not great, actually.”
