Jessa rolls her eyes and finally gives in without a worry at all, while I feel like my entire world is falling to pieces. “I might have led on that things are a little more serious between us than what she thought.”
“How serious?”
She grins, the enjoyment in her eyes absolutely sickening. “That we’re getting married.”
“What the fuck, Jessa?” I groan, storming past her into my home to search out my keys.
“I don’t know what your problem is. We’re going to end up that way anyway. Really, I’m doing you a favor. Amelia has too much baggage for you, and now you have a child of your own to worry about. Let Bryce deal with her. Besides, you know you can’t resist me. It’s been you and me for a year now. You always come back to me.”
“No, Jessa. I always came back for the easy fuck. Get it through your head. It was meaningless sex, that’s all. I don’t fucking love you, I don’t want to be with you, I can barely tolerate you. The only reason you’re here right now is because your fucking house flooded, and I couldn’t have the woman who’s pregnant with my baby sleeping on the fucking street.”
I head straight out the door as Jessa calls out behind me. “Just leave her, Bull. Too much shit has happened. It’s not like she’s going to take you back now. Trust me, I’ll make sure of it.”
I look back over my shoulder as I continue to my truck. “I want you out of my house before I get back. You fucking hear me? From now on, the only contact you have with me is when it has something to do with my baby.”
“Bull,” she whines, straightening up off the door frame as though I finally have her full attention.
I cut off whatever bullshit she was about to say as I slam the door of my truck and fire her up. I peel out of my driveway and race down the road, hoping Amelia was heading straight home.
I can’t believe fucking Jessa told her that. I’ve had it planned out all fucking week how I was going to break it to her. I was going to explain everything and do it in a way that saved her from hurting too bad. But fucking Jessa just went in for the kill, not sparing her emotions like she was a fucking teenager back in high school.
How could I have been so stupid to allow myself to get attached to that woman for the rest of my damn life? The boys should have warned me that she was fucking crazy before I even went there.
I turn down Amelia’s street just in time to see her pulling into her driveway and hurrying out of her car in her desperation to get inside her home and shut out the world.
I stop outside her house before throwing my car door open, trying to catch up to her. Amelia’s in the middle of unlocking her front door when she hears the sound of my engine cutting and turns at the sound.
I head straight toward her. “Go away, Bull,” she says with a look of absolute devastation on her beautiful face. I make a promise to myself, I will do everything in my power to never let her feel this way again.
I’ve got to fix this. I have no other choice.
“I’m not going anywhere, Amelia. We need to talk.”
“The time for talking was when you bulldozed your way into my life, Bull. You should have been honest with me from the beginning and told me you had a girlfriend,” she scoffs. “Or is it a fiancé?”
Amelia shakes her head as she pushes the door open, not allowing me a chance to get a word in. “Was this all Jessa’s idea? Was it a game to the both of you? I mean, how could I have been so fucking stupid? Did you go back home to her every time you would leave here?” she asks, doing her best to hold herself together.
I hurry up her porch steps in fear of her getting through the door and closing me out. I gently grab her elbow, trying to slow her down. “Angel,” I say, begging for just a moment of her time.
“Don’t call me that,” she screams, trying to pull herself free from my grasp.
Ignoring her, I continue. “Baby, you have to believe me. I’m not with her. Jessa and I were never