“I was an idiot, I know that, and I betrayed your trust. I was a fucking idiot… I want you back. I want another chance. I’ll do whatever it takes. Lexi, will you date me again?”
Fuck.
Tyler
I had to walk away before I threw her over my shoulder, took her up on her offer, and showed her with my body just how much I didn’t give a fuck what others think. But it would have been wrong. She was confused and upset and vulnerable. So I kissed her goodbye and left, and the whole drive home, my anger brewed, growing stronger and stronger.
How dare they insult my girl? I should have heard. I would have handed them their fucking asses. Can’t they see how beautiful and wonderful she is? How sweet and kind? Loving and fun? Why does age matter?
I sigh and recline on the sofa when I get back, debating what to do. I hope she’s okay, but I was sure of what I said—she needs to decide if this is what she wants. If she can handle this. People will whisper. I don’t give a fuck, but clearly, she does. It’s sweet, though, since her concern was for me, and it only makes me love her more.
I wish she was here, but she needs space. Hopefully, she realises I was right and ignores what those fucking idiots said. But I can’t. They won’t get away with it.
I quickly dial Emilio and explain the situation, and he bans them on the spot. But I go a step further. I call every company I have ever worked with, those I consider friends, and with the names from Emilio, I get them banned there as well.
No one insults my girl. Ever.
LEXI
His words ring through my mind. “I want you back.”
“Justin…” I shake my head, shifting on my heels. “You made a mistake, you did, but if we’re honest, it’s only because our relationship was long over. We were both clinging to something that didn’t even exist. We aren’t a good fit, so no. Now please leave.”
“Lexi.” He frowns. “Please, I know you’re mad—”
“I’m not,” I interrupt. “I was at first, and hurt, but now? Now I’m just indifferent. Our relationship was toxic, and we fought more than we even had sex.” He blushes at that, and I roll my eyes. That’s what I mean, I need a man, not him. I need his father. “Go home, Justin, you know I’m right.”
Now I do brush past him and unlock my door. His hand comes out and blocks the way, and I freeze. He leans in. Can he smell his father on me? “Think about it, Lexi. I’ll be waiting. I won’t give up that easily.” He steps back, and I suck in a breath, shivering from the weird feeling of being so close to him again. He never excited me like Tyler does, but now, with him nearly touching me, I almost feel sick.
I hear him walk away and sag before rushing inside, locking the door, and stepping back. Well, tonight was a clusterfuck, and it started out so well. I strip out of my dress and down a shot of Jack before taking off my makeup and pinning my hair up.
I slip into bed and stare at the ceiling, unsure what to do. I want Tyler, I do. Do I really care what others say or think? I’m used to being stared at, being judged. Is he worth the fight?
Hell yes, he is.
So now I feel like shit for letting him walk away. He must think I’m such an idiot. I debate calling him, but I’m unsure if he wants to speak to me. Just then, however, my phone vibrates as if summoned by my thoughts.
All it takes is two words, and I’m smiling again, happy, and filled with hope. Hope we can overcome these issues. I knew it wouldn’t be easy, but I made the choice. I chose Tyler, and I don’t plan on walking away without a fight.
Daddy: Goodnight, Angel.
Tyler still wants me, and he’s willing to fight for it.
So am I.
Tyler
The week has passed in a blur. Lexi has been busy at work, and so have I with a new build starting. We facetime every night, but we have been too busy to see each other. We talk throughout the day as well. Yet I still miss her, miss her being in my arms, hearing her laugh, and seeing her smile in person.