56. Stella
CHAPTER 56
STELLA
I wake up from a terrible night’s sleep to find more messages from Cam and Wyatt on my phone. I tell myself not to look, but I only make it as far as the kitchen before curiosity gets the best of me.
“The video was a mistake,” Cam says. “It was all a joke gone wrong.”
I pour myself a cup of coffee, and it’s too hot, but I take a sip anyway, trying to figure out why he’s talking about a video. The coffee doesn’t help.
Surely, they didn’t film themselves having sex with Trish.
“Can we please explain in person?” Wyatt’s message says.
I take a deep breath and try to push down my anger. The last thing I want to do is listen to them try to explain why they had sex with Trish. Not now, not ever.
I need to wake Jessie up soon, and I need to go about my day, and I don’t want to have to deal with this anymore.
“I don’t want to hear from you again. Take care.” And then I block them.
* * *
So, if I thought that not receiving text messages from Cam and Wyatt would help me forget about them, I was wrong.
I go to a grocery store that’s way out of my way. I avoid our back yard. I walk the dog on a completely different route that goes nowhere near their house, and yet the pain doesn’t go away. If anything, it gets worse as each day goes by.
I don’t allow myself to look at their channel, even in my weakest moments, when for some dumb reason, I just want a glimpse of their smiles. My stupid heart keeps aching for what I thought I had. It’s mourning an illusion, and not for the first time in my life.
Silly me, thinking the four of us might form a little family. That I might find a happily ever after with these two men who can’t keep their dicks in their pants.