Chapter 14 Danny
SAXON HAD JUST broken up with me.
No. He hadn’t broken up with me. Because we’d never been together. But he’d dumped me, all the same.
Don’t cry. He isn’t worth it.
But he was. He was worth it. And now I’d lost him.
I crawled into the back of a taxi. Saxon had tried to take me home, but I’d refused. I wasn’t interested in his pity. Not after he’d been so cold. I also wasn’t willing to call any of my brothers. So I spent twenty dollars and took a taxi back to my apartment.
By the time I got home, my eyes were dry. Zander and Baylor were in the kitchen when I got home. I told them I felt sick to my stomach and escaped to my room. Zander offered to sleep on the couch, and I took him up on it, citing germs as a reason. Later on, Ace brought me a mug of broth and some ginger ale. I took both, and forced myself to drink some of both.
I pulled out my books but my eyes refused to focus. As soon as I tried to read my notes, the words blurred. I could only think of the glacial look of indifference in Saxon’s eyes as he told me it was over.
The lack of focus nearly sent me in a tailspin. I couldn’t lose any traction in my education because of an Alpha. How did other people survive a breakup? We hadn’t even been together, not really, and I was a mess.
I couldn’t eat. I couldn’t sleep. I’d fooled myself into thinking I wouldn’t fall for Saxon.
But I had been. All this time.
After tossing and turning all night, I got up and made breakfast for everyone else, even though I could barely stomach the smell of the French toast and eggs. I managed to nibble on a piece of toast and a few blueberries, but that was it.
“You still look sickly,” Ace said, pressing his hand against my forehead. “Are you sure you need to go to class?”
I wanted to skip. I wanted to get back in bed, turn off the lights and wallow in my own misery. How had I gotten to this point? I missed Saxon so damn much. I’d gone from being terrified of all Alphas to being crazy-dependent on Saxon.
The infatuation with Saxon had snuck up on me. I wasn’t sure that I loved him – that word felt too big. But I definitely liked him a lot. I’d really opened up to him. I’d let myself get comfortable with him. I’d started to wonder if maybe we could have a relationship beyond the sugar daddy connection. But no. That wasn’t possible. Because Saxon thought I was disposable.
“I can’t skip,” I said. I had to maintain my normal routine as much as possible. It was the only way I could keep from falling apart.