Play With Me - Brittany Cournoyer Page 0,75
heard the hesitant voice ask. “Is that you?”
Ice filled my veins, and I slowly turned around to face him. The one person who I’d entrusted with my heart, only to have him rip it from my chest, stomp on it, and set it on fire.
“Matthias. What are you doing here?” I asked coldly.
His blue eyes, the ones that had sucked me in and made me believe every word he said, widened at my harsh tone. He swallowed hard and licked his lips before answering me. “I just got here to meet with some friends.” He gestured behind him, but I didn’t even look. “Then I saw you, and…” He trailed off with a shrug. “Here I am.”
“What do you want, Matthias?”
“I just wanted to say hi. See how you are doing.”
I gnashed my teeth together and growled. “Where’s your wife?”
His laugh was dry and void of any humor. “She’s not my wife anymore.”
“Oh, I see what’s going on here. Well, let me save you some time and let you know whatever it is you’re trying to do isn’t going to happen.”
“Stellan, please hear me out.”
Where the fuck was Foster?
“I don’t have time for this.”
Deciding Foster could find me when he returned, I turned to walk away, but Matthias was right on my tail. I finally came to a halt when I realized he wasn’t going to leave me alone, and belatedly noticed I was in a dark corner that looked more intimate than anything else.
“I don’t know what your game is, but I’m not interested in playing. What we had is over. It was finished the day you left me for your wife. And if this is your pathetic attempt at trying to get me back now that you realized your mistake, it’s too late.” I practically spit the words in his direction, making each one sound more lethal than the last.
He flinched at my venomous tone but didn’t back down. “Is it, though?”
He took a step closer to me, but I refused to back away. “It is. I’m seeing someone, and you’re too fucking late. What we had is in the past, and I don’t have any desire to revisit it.”
Matthias sighed and ran a hand through his wavy blond hair. “We used to have a good time before I fucked it all up. I was scared, Stellan. Scared what my family would think. Scared what my friends, my coworkers, would say. Surely you can understand my fear? I was risking losing everything because of you.”
“So it’s my fault? If I remember correctly, you came on to me,” I reminded him.
“Yes, but only because you made it difficult for me to stay away. You were always around whenever I went to the clubs. So finally, I made a move.”
“And that’s supposed to make me feel better? Are you even listening to yourself? You chose a fucking trust fund over your happiness and look what it got you. Divorced and crawling back to me. Leave, Matthias. Leave this bar and stay the fuck away from me.”
He placed a hand on my forearm, and his touch felt so wrong it nearly burned my skin. I jerked away as he stumbled through another explanation I ignored. I was done listening to his excuses, and after giving him a final warning to stay the hell away from me, I left. And while every step took me farther from my past, they only increased my rage.
Seeing Matthias had been a reminder of how I’d allowed my heart, and my dick, to take the lead in my relationships and emotions, rather than logic and rationale. My biggest fear was that history would repeat itself and that Foster would wake up one day and realize he was done with me. He was curious, and I was his guinea pig, but I just knew that what we were doing wasn’t meant to last forever. And rather than keep my guard up with a steel wall to reinforce it, I got swept up by Foster and allowed it to crumble.
My emotions were all over the place, and I just needed two fucking seconds to decompress and fathom what had just happened. Having Matthias waltzing back into my life, after wrecking it, rocked my world. It made me question everything I had going with Foster and fear for when it’d end.
When Foster came to find me, I couldn’t stop myself from lashing out. Once again, my emotions were in control, and I allowed them to do the talking for