Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 145155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
He glares at me. “Who? That douchebag who’s dancing with the stripper?” My eyes drop in embarrassment. I’ve got no answer to that. He’s right; Josh is acting like a douchebag.
“That’s him,” Joshua snaps. Oh shit, where did he come from? “Not that it’s any of your business who I dance with.”
Christopher rolls his eyes. “Go back to your whore, pretty boy.” Joshua runs his tongue over the front of his top teeth and glares at Christopher. Christopher returns his angry gaze.
I start to panic. “Chris, just go, please, I don’t want any trouble.”
He grabs my hand. “Please, Tash, I need another chance. I can’t get over you. I’m totally fucked.” Joshua stands back and waits for my reaction and I can feel the fury emanating from him. This is the most uncomfortable conversation I have ever had, breaking my ex-boyfriend’s heart in front of my new boyfriend.
“Christopher, please, you know why we broke up. Our feelings aren’t mutual. You deserve better, Chris. I’m sorry, I’m not that girl.”
He pulls a disgusted face at me. “You make me sick, Natasha.”
Josh steps forward. “Careful,” he growls.
Christopher turns to him. “Has she told you that she loves you yet?” Josh continues glaring at him but doesn’t answer.
“I take it that’s a yes.” Christopher laughs. “You poor bastard. You’re next. I met up with the ex-ex-boyfriend the other day and she did the same thing to him. Expresses undying love and then poof…up and left without as much as a hint of guilt. Don’t say I didn’t warn you, mate. She’s the fucking ice queen.”
Joshua glares at him and I grab his hand. “Take me home, Josh.” He nods.
“When your fucking heart is broken into a million pieces remember this warning,” Christopher snaps. I’m appalled. I have never been so embarrassed. Is that true, am I an ice queen? Hot tears start to run down my face as we walk down the outside steps toward the car. Josh opens the door and I get in and break into full-blown sobs. I have hurt two beautiful men because I was too selfish to let them go, knowing all along in my heart that I could only ever love Joshua. Josh gets in and starts the car in silence, not looking at me. We drive in silence for fifteen minutes. I continue to cry and put my hand on Josh’s leg for comfort and he picks it up and flicks it off his leg. I frown at him.
“Am I fucking next, Natasha?” he screams.
“Huh, what are you talking about?” I sob.
“It seems to me there is a pattern here. You’ve already broken my heart once. Is that it? Or are you planning on doing it again? You make men fall madly in love with you and then…” He shakes his head, unable to articulate his words.
“What’s with dancing with that girl tonight, Josh? Are you trying to send me insane?” I snap.
“Who are you kidding? You didn’t even care I was dancing with her; you were too focused on your ex.”
I roll my eyes and my tears start again.
“Don’t start with the fucking waterworks. If anyone should be crying it’s me. I already know what’s coming for me as soon as you get bored. You will leave me just like that and move on to your next victim,” he yells.
“I would never leave you. You know that!” I scream.
“You already left me and I’m still not fucking over it,” he screams back.
I wipe my eyes angrily with the back of my hands. “Don’t you dare throw that in my face. I broke up with you for you. I had to save you from yourself; you were going to give everything up to be with me and I loved you too much to let you do it.”
He pulls up out the front of my building. “So, what’s the excuse with the other poor bastards? I suppose you had to save them from themselves?”
I glare at him. “I broke up with them because I was still in love with you. You asshole. God knows why.” I get out of the car and slam the door. He is hot on my heels. I look over and see the two bodyguards wisely staying in their car. God, what must they think? It’s like frigging Jerry Springer around here. We enter the lift and I hit the button, he stays silent, his arms crossed in front of him, glaring at me. We get to my floor and he gets his keys out and opens the door. I storm in and head straight for my therapy of choice, a boiling-hot shower, and he follows me.
“Get out!” I scream.
“No!” he screams back. He sits on the floor outside the shower and I turn my back to him.
“Why are you so mad at me? I’m the one who’s mad,” he snaps.