Chapter 533
“We need to talk.”
I hadn’t realized I stopped breathing until his hand was wrapping around my wrist and he was pulling me away from the car. My legs felt like complete Jello as I followed after him, my heart racing at lightning speed in my chest.
I wasn’t sure where he was taking me, but it wasn’t inside. We wandered around the villa exterior and then suddenly he stopped, turning to look at me, his eyes dark and soul searching, leaving me paralyzed as I looked back at him.
“Tell me what happened the other night,” he said, his eyes narrowed as he studied
me.
My face paled.
“What?” I asked him.
He stepped closer to me, his body only inches from mine, and made my heart beat even faster.
“Don’t play stupid with me, Judy. The Grand Casino Hotel… tell me what happened there.”
I studied him for a moment; he was so out of it that night that there was no way he would remember anything happening. Even so, it wasn’t me he wanted there with him… it was Rachel. It was Rachel he thought he was kissing.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I told him, my voice coming out almost hollow.
He scowled at me, walked towards me and I took a step back, trying to gain some distance between us, until my back was pressed against the building and there was literally nowhere for me to go. He put his hands on either side of me, resting them on them on the building.
“Then why the fuck did I taste you on my lips?” He asked me. “Why do I remember the way you moaned my name? Why do I remember your warm breath on my skin?” His tone deepened with each question he asked, his lips growing nearer to my skin, making me tremble from his scrutiny.
My breathing was harsh as I tried hard not to look at him, but he made it impossible by how close he was.
“I don’t know…” I whisper. “Maybe you were dreaming…”
“Bullshit,” he said through his teeth.
“You don’t think I know when I’ve had a taste of you,” he whispered, his tone almost vulnerable, pulling me towards him.
I finally met his eyes, my heart breaking as I did.
Would he choose me if I told him that I was there that night?
Or would he reject me and go back to her?
I couldn’t bear the thought of him rejecting me and going back to her… I couldn’t look him in the eyes while he told me he didn’t want me. bit my lower lip, trying hard not to shed any tears.
“It was Rachel,I told him. “The bartender called me, so I was there that night helped you to your room, but Rachel intercepted and brought you the rest of the way. We said our goodbyes, and then I went home. That’s all there was to it.”
I hated lying to him, but I couldn’t face the disappointment that would be evident in his eyes if I told him it was me and not Rachel. I knew where his heart was, and it wasn’t with me.
He stared at me for a long time, trying to gauge my expression to find out if I was telling the truth. He stepped away from me, finally gaining some distance. I finally felt like I could breathe again.
I watched him as he ran his fingers through his hair, the confusion and conflict clear on his face as he processed this new information.
After a moment of heated silence, he turned away and walked around the corner, leaving me alone with my thoughts and rapid beating heart.
It took a while for me to move from my spot. Instead of going home, I had Taylor drop me off at the mansion. It’s been a while since I saw Irene and the baby, and I could use a distraction.
Irene was in the living room, feeding the baby, when I arrived. She looked pleased to see me.
“Oh, good. I was going to call you today,” she told me as I sat down on one of the couches.
“Why?” I asked in return.
“Because there’s a charity event
happening on Sunday and I’m
expected to go,” she told me. “Since 1
don’t have a plus one… and I really
don’t want to go alone… I was kind of hoping that maybe you’d come with me??”