Chapter 109
S till recovering from Adam storming out of the apartment this morning, I’ve been considering and reconsidering our relationship. Ignoring my emails and my laptop shut, I stare out the window for hours. I’m frozen, ruminating on too many distinctly familiar feelings.
I feel scared. Even though it was just one sentence, it was the tone and the look in his eyes. It’s fucking Sorin.
The jealousy. It’s Sorin.
“Quit your job.” Sorin said that to me, literally handing me stacks of cash afterward.
Burying my hands in my face, I accept that I poked the bear by bringing up Declan. Fucking Declan. I need to see if there’s anything there. Grabbing my phone, I impulsively text him.
Dani Sommer
Come over.
My heart races. What a mistake. I shouldn’t have done that.
“Fuck,” I mutter as I see him calling. “Hi,” I answer, unsure of my own tone.
“Are you okay?” he asks, concerned.
“Yeah.”
Declan obviously is not interpreting this as a booty call.
“What’s up?” he asks, and I don’t understand his tone either.
“Are you coming over or not?” I ask, my annoyance dripping with sass, digging my own grave with this impulsivity.
He breathes loudly in frustration, maybe realizing this is a booty call. “No.”
It’s a firm no. This was a stupid idea. “Okay. Bye.”
I nearly hang up until I hear him say, “When I fuck you, it’s not going to be to fill a void.”
I groan and tap the end call button. “Self-righteous fuck!” Declan is never going to happen.