“Right, then, you’re not in a space right now where you’re up for talkin’ about this, so I’ll ask you don’t make any decisions. Stick with me, sleep beside me, and tomorrow when we’re less raw, we give each other that time.”
I shook my head. “Nothing’s going to change, Ren.”
“It won’t if you don’t give it a shot, Ally.”
I held his eyes and laid it out. “You don’t believe in me.”
His jaw got tight.
Yep.
He didn’t believe in me.
Fuck.
Again my f**king eyes got f**king hot, but again I powered right the f**k through to end this.
“Even if I could talk you around, I can’t live with a man who doesn’t believe in me. And I can’t do what I have to do out there with half a mind to wondering what you’ll think about this case or that decision or a client or how you’ll react when I come home and tell you about my day. I wouldn’t have to worry about any of that shit if you trusted me. Believed in me. But you don’t and you won’t, because you don’t want this for me, or for you, or for our future. So what is the f**king point of dragging this shit out now when it already hurts in a way that if we even gave it days, it would kill?”
He took that as an in. I knew it when he pressed deeper and his face got closer.
So I moved to end it.
“You’re not the man for me, Ren, and I’m not the woman for you. We’re done and when I say that it is not a Rock Chick done where you can be badass or cool or whatever and talk me into changing my mind. I mean that in an Ally Nightingale way, where I know what I want and I’ve found the path that leads to a future that’s exciting to me. So when I say we’re done, I mean we’re done.”
With that, I pulled away, sliding out from in front of him and walking quickly up the stairs.
I had not had time to scatter my shit to the four corners of Ren’s house.
Which was good.
It meant what I had to gather took little time.
But it didn’t matter.
Because I barely hit his bedroom before I heard the front door slamming.
When I had it all gathered, I went to the window and looked down to see the Jag was gone.
So the coast was clear.
Nevertheless, I wasted no time double checking that I had absolutely everything.
And then I got the f**k out of there.
Chapter Seventeen
You’re Ally. And I’m Ren.
I opened my eyes and stared at the early morning light peeking through Daisy’s curtains.
I knew I hadn’t slept long. This was because I cried most of the night.
Yes. Me.
But I did it in Daisy’s pillow so she nor Marcus would hear.
When I arrived the night before, she took one look at me and gave me space. That was, she took me to a room, asked my preference and brought me a glass and a bottle of tequila.