Secret (Betrothed #9) - Penelope Sky Page 0,17
“You really think I’d do some pussy shit like that?”
“No,” I snapped. “And that’s why this hurts so much.”
“Baby—”
“Don’t fucking call me that. I’m not your baby if other women are sending you pictures of their tits.”
He stepped closer to me.
I stepped back. “Come near me, and I swear…” I shook my head, ready to strike with everything I had.
He stopped. “I’m one of her best customers, and she’s obviously trying to entice me—”
“Would she do that if you told her you were seeing someone?” I snapped. “You obviously haven’t told her that.”
His nostrils flared again. “I don’t explain myself to people. I don’t even text her back. I’ve been so absorbed in you that I forget about the message the second she contacts me.”
“Then why do you still have all those pictures on your phone?”
He bowed his head slightly. “I haven’t looked at those in a long time. Honestly, I forgot they were even there.”
I rolled my eyes again.
“I’m telling you the truth.”
“Get the fuck out, Heath.” I turned around and walked away, moving to the other side of the bed.
He didn’t come after me. He bent down and picked up his phone from the ground. Then he had the audacity to press his thumbs against the screen and text someone.
“May as well tell your whore you’ll be there in a few minutes—”
“Shut the fuck up.” He lifted his gaze and came toward me, naked with his phone in his hand. He grabbed my wrist and shoved the phone into my hand. “I deleted all the photos. And I texted her back. Look.”
Out of defiance, I didn’t.
He raised his voice. “Now.”
I raised the phone to my face and read the message he’d already sent. I’ve got a woman, Dynasty. Don’t text me photos anymore, because my woman just saw it and she’s losing her fucking mind because she’s so head over heels for me that she can’t think straight. And I’m just as head over heels for her.
I couldn’t lift my gaze to look at him.
“Scroll up.”
“What?”
He pressed his finger to the screen and scrolled up, showing all the times she’d texted him and he never replied.
I dropped the phone and finally looked at him, still pissed.
“Yes, I would be fucking pissed if you had some other guy’s junk on your phone. Yes, I’d be pissed if some guy was hitting you up in the middle of the night. But I know you would never mess around on me. Because I trust you.” He got closer into my face. “I fucking trust you.” His blue eyes pierced into mine. “I admit I should have deleted those photos now that I’m committed to you, but I just forgot about them. You need to trust me, Catalina. Because I’m your man, and as your man, you can trust me—implicitly.” He turned away and walked back to his clothes on the floor. He started to get dressed, no longer looking at me. “Let me know when you’re ready to apologize.”
“Apologize?” I asked incredulously. “You should have told her you were in a relationship. You should have deleted those photos. All of this happened because of you.”
He turned back to me, his gaze dark. “You shouldn’t have fucking snooped through my phone in the first place.”
“Wouldn’t have happened if you’d just told the woman you weren’t available—”
“And none of this would have happened if you fucking trusted me.” He grabbed his wallet and keys off the nightstand. “Yes, I could have handled that better, but so could you. And your response to all of this is far worse than what I did in the first place.” He didn’t look at me again before he walked out, slamming the door hard behind him just to remind me how pissed he was.
A week passed.
He didn’t text me. He didn’t stop by my apartment. He didn’t come to my performances.
He disappeared.
I was too stubborn to apologize for it, so I held on to my silence, spent my evenings at home alone, making dinner for myself with the groceries he’d dropped off last time he was there.
But after days came and went, I started to look at my phone more often, expecting him to text me.
He never did.
When the full week came and went, I began to get scared.
What if he’d moved on? What if he’d called Dynasty? What if he’d stopped waiting?
What if I’d lost him?
The fear was so overwhelming that I swallowed my pride and drove over there, not caring that it was almost midnight,