All In_ Paying to Play(34)

My first real dose of fear slams into me when I pull up and her car is not in the driveway. Maybe she had to work late. Walking through the front door the house feels…different. Empty. No, no, no.

I look in her room first and it’s been cleared out. Heading to mine there’s nothing of hers left. Not a single thing. Even all the girly shit in the bathroom has disappeared. That’s it then. She’s fucking done with me.

I’ll be damned if I'm going to let her give up that easily.

“Fuck!” I yell to the lonely space when I realize I don’t even know where the hell she lives. At least I know where she works.

…

Addison

I’m a fucking mess. A ridiculous, cliché hot mess. Last night I ate an entire frozen cheesecake while watching romantic comedies that made me cry instead of laugh. All I’m missing is a diary to drone on and on about this inner angst and then my regression back into a teenage girl will be complete.

I’m scrubbing my hands over my sore, swollen eyes when Sandy, our receptionist, buzzes my phone.

“Yes?” I call out over the speaker since I’m too lazy to pick up the receiver.

“Dr. James, you have a walk-in that was wondering if you could squeeze him in today,” she replies in her pleasant, soft spoken voice.

I pull up the calendar on my phone since I have no idea what my schedule is. Seeing I have half an hour before the next one, I give in.

“Sure, I’ll be right out,” I say. Just as soon as I get my shit together. “What’s their name so I can pull the file up?”

“Um, I’m sorry, sir, what was your name again?” I hear her ask the patient. “Oh, it’s Mr. Reckshun.”

Reckshun. No. “Hugh G.?” I shout the question.

“Yes, that’s him,” she says sweetly.

“Oh hell no! Tell him to get the fuck out of the office and not to ever come back!” I scream at the phone. Sandy gasps on the other side, probably shocked by my unexpected, unusual outburst. She clears her throat and then begins a nicer version of my response. “Sir, unfortunately Dr. James is extremely busy…no, sir, you can’t just go back there. Sir!”

Shit! I stand up from my computer chair but before I can lock the door it blows wide open. Seeing him…knowing what he did…who he did…And he has the nerve to show up here? I want nothing more than to slap the ever loving shit out of him for hurting me. Which reminds me of the last time I hit him. How he’d then bent me over the hood of his car and spanked my ass. How I'd liked it.

“Get out,” I say as calmly as my shaking body will allow. He just stands there, taking up the whole door frame with his huge, muscular body. His chest is heaving like he’s as pissed as I am, his fists clenched tightly at his side. Despite my loathing of him, no one should look as good as he does in a white Wildcats Henley tee and jeans.

“Not until you tell me why the fuck you bailed on me so goddamn fast.”

His question has me reeling. “Are you serious?” I scoff. “What did you expect me to do after finding out you’ve been fucking someone else?”

The lines on his forehead crinkle when he acts like he doesn’t know what I’m referring to. Oh God. Maybe he doesn't know because he's been with more than just Holly.

“What are you talking about, Addy? I haven’t fucked anyone else.”

I wince at my nickname that always sounded so damn sweet before. Now though… Screw him.

“That’s not what Holly says. Or what the cameras caught,” I respond with my hands braced on my hips because they’re shaking.

“Holly?” he asks. “Who the fuck is…oh.” His mouth falls open in understanding. That’s right. You’re so busted, you bastard!

“Yeah, oh,” I repeat.

“Why do you give a shit about her?” he asks, rubbing a hand over his head like he really doesn’t get it.

“Seriously, Jake? Did you think I wouldn’t care that you were fucking her?”

“Now you’re just acting crazy,” he says, pissing me off even more. “That was before you and I even met.”

“Oh, so we just met the day before yesterday?” I ask.

“What the fuck are you talking about, because I’m really damn confused?”

“I know you screwed her Wednesday, after you were with me that morning and then you came home and fucked me again like nothing happened!” I yell.

“Addy, I haven't been with her Wednesday or any other day since we met. I swear,” he says softly, coming off so sincere that I want to throw something heavy at his lying face.

“The video says otherwise.”

“What video? Because I know for a fact that there is no video since after you and I met!” he exclaims. “What’s going on, Addy? Why would you think I’ve been with her when I’ve spent every fucking minute since we met wanting you, you infuriating woman?”