Page 22 of Sweet Temptation (Men of Honor 2)
I shake my head, then regret it when I feel like I’m going to puke. “One night, Jenny, remember? It’s time for you to go.”
Ignoring her glare, I lean down to grab my jeans from the floor and throw them on. Walking out, I head into the bathroom to wash up, then into the kitchen for some coffee. I spot Cade sitting at the table, reading the paper.
He looks up and glares at me. I glare right back, “Save it. I’m not in the fucking mood.”
I already know what a fucking idiot I was, bringing that crazy bitch back here. Cooper warned me how many damn times, but did I listen? Nope. I let my hurt, pride and drunk-ass make the stupid decision.
Shaking my head, I walk over and pour myself a cup of coffee, then take a hefty sip. When I spot the pie on my counter, I spit the hot contents all over the floor in front of me. I whip my shocked gaze over at Cade, to see him watching me.
“What the fuck is that?” I shout, pointing at the fucking pie, as if it’s a goddamn bomb.
“What does it fucking look like? Why don’t you read the note that’s attached to it?”
Oh shit! Dread begins to rush through me. Walking over, I rip off the folded paper and start to read.
Sexy Sawyer,
This is a brand new pie I created just for you. It’s called Forgiveness Pie. I’m hopin’, after you eat it, you will forgive me for bein’ so terrible. I’m so sorry I hurt your feelins’. You mean an awful lot to me and I don’t want to lose your friendship.
Please forgive me.
Love,
Grace
I swallow thickly, and the sick feeling I have now is not for the same reason it was a few minutes ago. “Please tell me she gave this to you at the diner or something?”
I know the answer before he even says it. “Nope. Actually, when I got back last night, from the gym, I saw her outside our door with the pie in her hands, about to knock. But she froze mid-air when she heard you fucking someone’s brains out against it.”
“Oh fuck no!” I drop my head in my hands, guilt and shame filling me. I went and did the exact thing she fucking accused me of yesterday, all because of a wounded ego.
Christ, I really fucked up.
A snotty scoff breaks me out of my torment. “Oh my god, seriously? See, Sawyer, exactly what I said: pathetic.”
My head snaps up to see Jenny reading my note. Rage pumps through my veins, not just at her but also myself. I grab her by the wrist and jerk her closer to me, ripping the note out of her hand. “What the fuck did I tell you about saying shit when it comes to her?”
Her eyes go huge and she swallows nervously. “It’s time for you to go.” Dragging her to the door, I open it up and give her a little push into the hallway then point my finger at her, “I mean it. Keep your fucking mouth shut about her.”
Then I slam the damn door in her face. She pounds on it once. “You’re a real asshole, you know that, Sawyer?”
Yup, I fucking do.
Cade shakes his head. “You know, it’s bad enough you fuck up, but with her? What part of what Cooper said didn’t sink in?”
My temper spikes even though I know he’s right. “Are you seriously giving me shit about this? You, out of all fucking people? How about you worry about your own shit, asshole, and stay the fuck out of mine!”
“We aren’t talking about my shit, we’re talking about yours. And I’m the one who drove her crying ass home last night, so I can say whatever the fuck I want to your stupid-ass.”
My anger deflates when he talks about her crying. “Shit!” I curse and dump my coffee down the sink, since it’s making my insides feel even more like lead. “I need to find a way to fucking fix this.”
“Well, one thing she said last night was she hoped your dick falls off. So you could hand that to her on a silver platter. That might help,” he adds, looking rather all too fucking pleased about the idea.
Grunting, I head to the bathroom to wash up, and think of a way to fix this without having to cut my dick off.
Two hours later I pull up to the diner, empty-handed, and still have no clue how the fuck I’m going to fix this mess. My stomach is in fucking knots thinking how much I let her down, like so many others have. I know we had no commitment to each other, but I’d like to think we had more than a friendship, until I went and fucked it up.
As I get out of my truck I see Kayla and Julia walk out of the diner. They both stop abruptly when they see me approach.
“Hi, Sawyer,” Julia greets sadly. I don’t miss the disappointment in her eyes. Which makes me feel even more like shit.
Kayla, of course, has no problem telling me exactly what she’s feeling. “Well hello, you fucking douche bag.”
Julia elbows her. I ignore the comment, since I know I deserve it, and clear my throat, “How is she?”
I look at Julia for an answer since I won’t want to hear what comes out of Kayla’s mouth.
“She’s all right. Just a little sad; Jenny didn’t help the situation.” I tense, “What do you mean?”
Kayla flushes red with anger and pipes up now, “Oh just that the stupid whore came walking in here this morning, to rub it in Grace’s face, that the two of you shared her fucking pie this morning, after fucking each other’s brains out.”
Violence pumps dangerously through my body. That fucking bitch! “That’s not true. She’s fucking lying.”
“We know that,” Julia replies quietly, “I think Grace does too, but it didn’t stop it from hurting her.”
Letting out a heavy breath I scrub my hand down my face. “I fucked up. I know that and I’m going to fix it.”
