Page 115 of Indulge
“You have a little time.”
“Two weeks? Two weeks to work out who my husband is.”
He chuckles.
“Bel. I’ve sat with you and watched dating shows where they get married on the first date. Come on, I know there’s a little romantic in there that believes in instant love.”
My heart hammers.
I do. But, for both of them, that’s the problem.
“I don’t want to wreck them, Theo. I’m hurting them, and I hate it.”
“It’s hurting you too, Bel. You always worry about everyone else, just maybe sit back and think about what you really want. Because you sound cut up about Reggie. Speak to him? Men are dumb when it comes to this, trust me.”
I can’t help but laugh. His love life is a shambles.
“So your suggestion is to pretend I’m on a dating show and see who wins?”
“Fuck knows. If that’s what you wanna take out of this conversation, then yeah… go for it. Just please, marry one of them.”
“I don’t say this enough, but I love you, Theo. I’m sorry for being such a brat with you guys.”
He clears his throat.
“Are you sure I’m speaking to Bella King?”
“Shut up. I’m trying to be nice.”
“I love you too, sis. Always. Get some sleep, tomorrow is a new day.”
When I wake up, I still feel like shit. I shove some serums on my face to try and make my eyes look less puffy, like I haven’t been crying all night. But, it’s no use.
Seeing Reggie and Rowan fight like that broke my heart.
Seeing Reggie walking out with that bitch attached to him also hurt.
I tiptoe down the stairs, not wanting to wake the beast. But as I round the corner, he’s sitting at the kitchen island nursing a coffee, staring at the clock on the wall.
He turns to face me and I don’t know where to look. He’s got cuts and bruises around his eye and a split lip.
I stop walking, I just freeze.
“I’m not gonna bite, Bella.”
I blow out a long breath and keep walking straight to the coffee machine, grabbing Rowan’s caramel syrup as I go. Keeping my back to Reggie. Tears threaten to fall again, andanger brews under the surface, picturing the moment he chose to protect Lyla over me.
Once my coffee is done, I turn to face him, he’s watching me closely, like he’s waiting for an attack.
“Did you fuck her?” I blurt out.
His expression doesn’t falter.
“No.”
I nod slowly.
“Want to explain why you were in a private room at a sex club with your ex?” I press, taking a casual sip of my coffee, as if those words didn’t just burn me.
