What. The. Fuck. It took him a moment to react, but it was a moment too long.
“I can see we don’t need to have that conversation after all.” Brea’s voice sounded right behind Candy and he immediately tensed. “It looks like it just took one day for you to move on.”
He shoved Candy away and she giggled as she moved to the side. “Brea,” he said, but she lifted her hand to stop him. This looked bad, he looked bad, but what really split his heart in two was the devastated look on Brea’s face. Her eyes were puffy and red and he could tell that she had been crying.
“What’s wrong, pretty girl?” He took a step toward her and a strangled sound left her when she backed away.
“Don’t call me that.”
“Please, Brea.” He rubbed the center of his chest at the look she gave him. She feared him, hated him. “Please, baby, don’t look at me that way.” She might not fear that he would hurt her physically, but what she had just seen had hurt her emotionally. He had hurt her. He had been the one to put that fear in her eyes.
Chapter Twenty
This was exactly what Brea deserved. She should have just stayed upstairs and waited for Adrian, but she had been excited to see him, and that excitement had cost her. When she had come to the underground, knowing he worked out here in his free time, she didn’t expect to see a woman wrapped around his body like they were fused together. It wasn’t just any woman, but the same one she had seen Adrian leave the bar with all those weeks ago. They had fucked, that much was clear on the woman’s face as she had pressed herself against him. She wore pretty much no clothing, but Brea supposed that was what men like Adrian liked.
She was a fucking fool for thinking Adrian felt anything for her. She was just a hole for him to pass the time. The tears were there, just waiting to fall, but she refused, fucking refused to give him the satisfaction of shedding them. She was so glad she hadn’t told him how she felt, told him that she did love him. It would have made this situation even worse.
“You know what, I’m glad we can just do this right here, right now.” There had been a small piece of her that knew that seeing Adrian might have changed her mind on breaking things off with him. She had decided that working those extra few days wasn’t worth it, not if Cameron had found her, and although he hadn’t made himself known, there were several factors that made her think he might be close. The biker asking her questions. The pain on the back of her thigh. The idling car that gave her an all-around bad vibe. All of those factors had alarms firing inside of her like crazy. It was better if she just left. Now.
“Listen, I just wanted to tell you that things aren’t working out, but I can see that you’ve moved on and my lack of presence won’t be a problem.”
“No, Brea, you have it all wrong.” She couldn’t let the strangled sound of his voice tell her any different. “Baby, please.”
Brea might have found him a little more convincing if his little girlfriend wasn’t still by his side, wearing a conniving smirk. She shook her head and took another step back. “Please,” she whispered, knowing if she didn’t leave now she would break down right in front of them. Wouldn’t that be the icing on this fucked-up piece of cake? She turned just as the tears started to fall. The sound of his calling after her, pleading with her to stay followed her all the way out to her car, but she knew they were just in her head. Adrian wasn’t coming after her and she tried to tell herself that was what she wanted. Of course it was a fucking lie.
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“Just let her go, baby. She is so not worth it.” Candy came up to him and wrapped her hand around his bicep. All he could think about was Brea. “Let’s go to the back and I’ll suck your cock until your top blows off.”
“Get the fuck off, Candy.” Voice like broken glass, he turned toward her, feeling satisfied when she flinched at his expression. He knew his rage was tangible. “Don’t ever come near me again. That woman that you just ran off was everything to me. She is my fucking life.” He shook her arm off and took off toward Brea. He had seen her tears right before she turned and ran from him. There was so much he needed to explain to her, but he needed to get to her before she got in her car, because she might not go home. She could leave the city and he would never know where she was headed.
No, he had to get to her before it was too late.
Brea had already run up the stairs and turned the corner. She was quick for a little thing, but he had the determination to get to the woman he loved. Bursting through the side door and making his way quickly through the main floor of the club, he didn’t have to shove people out of his way since it was early in the evening. When he pushed the main doors open he saw Brea getting into her car and he took off at a dead run.