been hell for her, then why is she here with him?
“Charlie?” Kate gasps before I can get a word in.
“Kate?”
What the fuck is going on, and how on earth do they know each other?
The Louboutins flashed before me. It was her. It was her last night in Kate’s suite. It was her who Kate always talks about, her friend in New York with the fucked-up love life. All of it makes sense, and how utterly stupid I am not to even piece that equation together.
“So, I don’t even deserve an explanation?” I grit, willing the shake of my fists to stop. “You run to him the second things get a little tough with us?”
“Are you kidding me, Lex? A little tough is that what you think this has been?” She laughs while gesticulating with her hands.
“Well, I wouldn’t know, you won’t fucking talk to me.”
I clench my fists as her laughter slaps me in my ears. Does she honestly think this is one big fucking joke? My body stiffens, unable to compose myself, I’m barely holding on, the fury and rage consuming and controlling any rationality lurking within me. I’m a time bomb ready to go off at any moment.
“I’m busy here, Lex, as you can see.” Her voice is calm as she speaks the words, her eyes directly on mine, not flinching for one moment. “Perhaps we’ll discuss this another time.”
Julian stands, creating a barrier between Charlotte and me.
“Okay, Edwards, she told you to leave.”
Oh, so he finally found his balls, I think. Yeah, soon you’ll be fucking choking on them for trying to steal my woman.
My temper gets the better of me. The room is stifling hot, my blood pumping like a volcano ready to rupture. There’s nothing left to do but the obvious. I swing my arm punching him right in the face as he stands there before me trying to take my world away from me. If he didn’t exist, she’d have come back to me, that murderous thought flashes before me.
The rage is overpowering as I try to swing at him again, the blood bouncing off his face as he screams my name, yelling at me, the voices around me in a panic. The image of Charlotte as she pulls Julian back caressing his face only adds to the violent behavior consuming me.
Kate is calling my name, pulling my arm back begging me to stop. “Mr. Edwards, please don’t do this. You will regret it and lose her forever,” Kate begs, holding me back.
If there’s anyone who knows how Charlotte really feels, it’s Kate, her new confidant. With the adrenaline still running through me, I turn to face Charlotte, ready to apologize for my behavior. Beg her to talk to me, at least to give me that. I really have no other option, I can’t lose her again.
“Lose me forever? Too fucking late, Lex. You lost me a long time ago. I was just stupid enough to think it was fixable.”
The apology is devoured now by rage again rearing its ugly head, the hurt and pain of her words stabbing me in the heart with a freshly sharpened knife. I need to let it out, how I really fucking feel. But people are watching, waiting for my reaction. This isn’t some soap opera. This is our life, and I don’t want them to hear the words I’m about to speak.
“¿Quieres lastimarme por lo que te hice, Charlotte? Bueno, has ganado. Para citarlo, he terminado. You want to hurt me for what I did to you, Charlotte? Well, you’ve won. To quote you, I’m done”.
It’s the only way I can say how I really feel, what is deep inside eating away at me. It isn’t my fault. Call me arrogant, call me whatever the fuck you want. I know when I’ve fucked up, but this isn’t one of those times. I lost my trust in her. I no longer want to play this sick, twisted game. Lex Edwards never gives up, but he also doesn’t settle for second place. If only she didn’t run to him, if only he didn’t touch her, and if only I didn’t see a slight spark in her eyes as he leaned in to kiss her.
Charlotte continues to stand there, smothering Julian until he angrily walks away. She starts to follow, but stops, turning back to face me one more time. “I was actually here to tell him it was over.”
Her sullen expression gives away the words I needed to hear