Page 81 of Once Upon A Player
I thought you wanted a long-distance relationship.
At the time, I was so fucking up myself that I couldn’t believe she was turning me down, and I was so sure she’d just changed her mind about the whole thing.
But she hadn’t changed her mind, because I never bloody asked her, did I? I assumed she’d fall in with my plans, no question, becausewhy wouldn’t she?
It was like I’d offered her something disgusting, instead of telling her that I want her to be by my side as I face the next big challenge in my life.
Did I tell her that, though?
Unformed guilt eats through me, twisting my gut, as the stricken expression on her face fills my mind.Why did she look at me like that?
If she were just pissed with me, she would’ve told me. I’m missing something…
What about my jobs? I can’t just let people down.
She was worried about her commitments, and all I could focus on was the fact she didn’t throw herself into my arms, totally stoked by my offer.
Fuck. I said some shit about how her job was only temporary. As if it wasn’t important. That’s not what I meant at all.
I’ve fucked up mightily and heave a silent sigh as I follow my brother into his study. It’s kind of awesome, with a curved wall and floating staircase that leads up to a conservatory.
Violet would love Harry’s apartment.
He shuts the door behind us. “What’s up?”
I’ve no idea where to start. Except Harry’s the only guy I know who managed to get back with the girl of his dreams after he thought he’d ruined it with her.
So, Violet’s the girl of my dreams? I don’t think that’s even up for discussion.
“How did you get Alice back?”
He doesn’t answer straight away, and his lengthy silence kills me. But I can see his brain working, so I keep my mouth shut.Give me a miracle, bro.
“Have you fucked things up with Violet?”
So much for a miracle. “Yeah.”
“How bad is it?”
What kind of question’s that? “We haven’t spoken in two days.”
Is it only two days? Feels a hell of a lot longer.
“She’s ignoring your calls?”
I feel judged. “I haven’t contacted her.”
Harry grunts. I’m right. He’s judging the shit out of me. “I’m waiting for her to call me.”
“Why?”
What? “Because…” I flounder. Chicks always phone me when I ask them to. Somehow, I know my brother isn’t going to think much of that. “What’s that got to do with anything?”
Harry gives a long-suffering sigh. “It explains why you haven’t spoken.”
Jesus, does he have to be so literal? I sit on the Queen Anne chair he inherited from Mum, rest my forearms across my thighs, and slump forward. “Not helping.”
He pulls out his swivel chair, rolls it across the room, and sits in front of me, like he’s a shrink. “I don’t know how Icanhelp unless you give me more info. And unless it involves you being a total wanker by thinking Violet’s hooking up with me behind your back, then I have zero experience to call on.”
