didn’t even wanna fuck. She has morals and virtue. And here I am sifting through fucking threats and making sure pricks get what they deserve.
I’ve been working my ass off to make the operation legit and avoid this kind of shit, but it keeps coming back to me.
The image of Gino or Ian or any of those assholes coming up to me while I’m with her, or shit even while I'm next door to her, makes my blood boil. I’ll kill them all before they touch her.
My heart beats faster, and my gut twists with pain. I should leave her now, before anything gets out of hand. Who am I kidding though, it’s already out of hand. If they knew about her… my throat closes with worry. I know they're going to come after us. I can't give them an easy target. I can't let her get caught up in this shit.
I know I should end it with her today. I’m not good enough for her. I never will be.
I need to let her go. She's doing better. She'll be fine without me. Fuck, I don’t want to. I haven’t wanted anything in so long. I run my hands in my hair, not knowing what I should do. I’d be a selfish prick to keep her.
I already know that. I never should have chased her. My heart clenches in my chest. She’s got a life, she’s got schooling to go back to so she can have a real career. She’ll be alright without me. She’ll be better without me.
I've been living in a fantasy world with her, and this is my reality. I need to wake the fuck up before I get her hurt. Or worse.
I look down at the envelope on the desk. Maybe Richard left it all to me so we could meet. Or maybe he thought he truly owed it to me. I snort and refuse to look at it.
The reason doesn’t matter. He was a fucking asshole for doing that. For teasing me with a woman I never stood a chance at being good enough for.
I take a deep breath and pick up my phone. I do the right thing before I can stop myself. I type in the message and send it. It fucking shreds me.
Chapter 13
Lizzie
I'm sorry. It’s over - L.
I stare at the text blankly, feeling a lump form in my throat. The words repeat over and over in my mind as I sit on the couch. It’s over. I shake my head. I can’t wrap my mind around this. Didn’t Liam claim that he wanted to get to know the real me? And now he’s breaking it off? I thought everything was going great. Like better than great. It was perfect. I thought we were perfect together. I feel blindsided. I didn't have a clue that he felt differently.
I tear my eyes away from the text, anger threatening to overwhelm me.
He’s breaking up with me because he’s mad I didn’t have sex with him.
Or maybe it was because I still haven't gotten him off? In a way, I feel bad that I didn’t. He made me feel incredible. Gave me a mind-blowing orgasm. I actually feel guilty over it, which is bullshit considering how I offered to… take care of it. But that was over a week ago!
And now he’s breaking up with me. Fucking asshole.
There’s no use going over the shoulda coulda wouldas, I think to myself. If Liam really cared about me and wanted to get to know me like he claims, he wouldn’t break up with me over something so trivial. He said he’d be there when I was ready. More bullshit.
The more I think about this, the angrier I get. He had no right to do this. Come into my life. Get me addicted to him... and then just leave.
Fuck this! I rage. I’m going over there right now to give that bastard a piece of my mind.
I've been thinking about it all day. I know he's there. His shiny car is right there in the fucking driveway, taunting me.
You know what? I'm doing it. What do I have to lose? Nothing. Nothing to fucking lose.
I march outside and walk next door. Instead of using the doorbell, I ball a fist and pound on the door as hard as I can. It hurts my knuckles, and the cold weather doesn’t help. It’s only then that I realize I’m in my thin nightgown and it’s freezing out here.
As the