After The Ex Games(20)

“I hope that’s true,” I whispered and hurried out of the house. “I really hope so.”

I walked through the front door and pulled out my phone again. “Pick up, pick up,” I muttered and then hung up and dialed again as it went to voicemail. “Pick up, Brandon,” I muttered as I listened to the phone ringing.

“Hello?” His voice sounded low, and I frowned.

“Where are you?”

“What do you need?” He ignored my question, and it sounded like he was breathing hard.

“I just spoke to Katie. She said you’re willing to come clean?”

“She said that?”

“Well, she said we should all sit down and talk.” I sighed. “I do think this is for the best.”

“It’s not a good time, Greyson,” he sighed, and I heard something banging in the background. “Katie’s pregnant.”

“What?”

“I found the test.”

“Oh.” I stopped still. “Congrats.”

“I don’t want her to leave me. Not again. I can’t lose her.”

“Brandon, you need to let her make her own decisions.”

“I know,” he growled. “I know.”

“Brandon, I got a call today.” I started and then stopped. “We need to talk.”

“Talk about what?” He sounded agitated. “Look, I gotta go. We’ll talk later.”

“Brandon, wait—” I sighed into the phone as it went dead. “Shit.” I hailed a cab and jumped in. I sat back and gave the driver directions to the club. I had a bad feeling that wherever Brandon was, it wasn’t good. In fact, I thought it was probably very, very bad. And it was all my fault.





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Time always seems to go slowly when you’re waiting for someone to show up. I felt like I’d been sitting in my office for eternity, even though it had only been about thirty minutes since I’d arrived.

I jumped up at the knock of the door and smiled. Meg was here.

“Come in,” I called out, anxious to take her into my arms.

“Hi, Greyson.” Patsy walked into the room with a strained look on her face.

I jumped back as I saw her face. “What are you doing here?”

“You wouldn’t have asked me that a few weeks ago.” She looked at me sadly. “You would have been happy to see me.”

“What do you want, Patsy?”

“I want to know one thing.” She walked up to me and placed her hands on my shoulders. She looked up into my eyes with a pleading look, and I tried not to blanch.

“What do you want to know?” I stifled a sigh.

“Greyson, tell me—when did you stop loving me?” Her fingers reached up to my face and she gently ran her nails over my lips. “We used to mean so much to each other.”

“I never loved you,” I whispered softly, my heart breaking at the pain in her eyes.

“You did.” She nodded and stared into my eyes. “You loved me until that night.”

“What night?”

“I’m sorry, Greyson. Please, I love you.”

“Sorry for what? What did you do?” I held her shoulders. “What did you do?”

“You know what I did.” She started crying. “That’s why you ended it with me. That’s why you don’t love me. I hate Brandon. It’s his fault. Did he tell you? He tricked me. I didn’t mean it. I never wanted him. I never loved him. Not like I loved you. Like I still love you. Please, Greyson.”

“What are you talking about, Patsy? What’s his fault?”

“You stopped loving me because I slept with Brandon.” She clung to me and I froze. Her words didn’t make sense to me. They were foreign, and I was confused, but then it all started to make sense.

“You slept with Brandon?” I grabbed her hands and looked down at her. “You slept with Brandon?” She looked at me wildly then, her eyes widening in surprise. I realized then that she really thought I’d known.

“You didn’t know?” She took a step back and gasped. “You didn’t know.”

“I didn’t know.” I stared at her with thin lips.

“You didn’t know? So you didn’t dump me because of that.” She ran her hands through her hair and her face contorted. “I didn’t break your heart, did I? You never loved me.” Her face looked at me crazily. “You never loved me!” she screamed. “You used me. You used me.” She ran at me then, hitting my chest with her arms. I stood there, allowing her to hit me, but then she started slapping my face. I grabbed her hands still.

“Don’t slap me, Patsy.”