Bad Boys of Romance(19)
I can hear Switch grinding his teeth beside me as he rallies to reign in his temper. I give his hand another squeeze, silently trying to give him comfort.
“So, I did what I had to do. I’m not sorry I got rid of it, but I am sorry that I,” she shrugs, trailing off.
“You’re sorry for what?” Switch spits out.
Shit bits her lip. “For lying to you,” she says, with a smile, as if it’s no big deal. Is this woman for real?
“Anyways, I wanted to say thank you. I’m better now and I want to know if you wanted to give us a second try? We could make it work, Switch. You know we could. We were always so good together.” She steps forward, but Switch immediately steps back, taking me with him. I stumble slightly before righting myself. His free arm goes to my hip to steady me.
Man, this bitch is whacked!
Her eyes widen at his rejection.
“Switch, please,” her bottom lip quivers.
“You think I would take you back?”
“Yes. You know how good it can be between us, baby,” she asserts.
“No,” he says firmly. “It was never good between us, and the play you made – unforgiveable. Now get the fuck off my property before I have someone drag your ass off.”
She huffs. “I don’t know why I wasted time on you.”
“I wish to fuck you didn’t bother in the first place.”
“You don’t mean that,” she whispers. God, this woman! Her emotions are all over the place. If it weren’t such a serious situation, it would be laughable.
“Get the fuck out,” Switch seethes, enunciating every word clearly.
“Fine.” She gives him a look of disgust and then gives me the same look. Then, the dirty fucking cow spits at me, a glob of her saliva landing on my shoe.
I don’t think; I just react.
My hand comes out and cuts across her face, open-palmed. The sound of the slap and her resulting gasp echoes around the compound.
“Get her the fuck away from me,” Switch orders quietly as Roam and Cutter come running over.
They drag a kicking and screaming Amber off the compound and out of our lives.
Switch kneels down immediately and rips his shirt over his head to wipe my shoe clean.
“Sorry about that, baby,” he says as he stands.
“Don’t apologize. Ever,” I say, throwing his words back at him. He chuckles and I smile.
“About before,” I start.
“It’s okay. You don’t have to say anything,” he cuts me off.
“Yes, I do,” I nod. “I love you, too, Switch. So much,” I add, and even though my voice is almost as soft as a whisper, the fierceness and truth behind the words is undeniable.
“Thank fuck.” He leans in and kisses me deep before pulling back. “Looking forward to forever with you, Jenna.”
“Can’t wait,” I reply honestly.
THE END
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Shifting Lines
Abigail Lee
This book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Copyright 2014 by Abigail Lee
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Chapter 1
My window was down, and I let the wind whip through my hair as I flew down the highway. I had only been gone for two hours, but I felt free. My shoulders loosened, and I found myself looking in the rear view mirror less and less. He was no longer in my life. I had somehow found the strength to end things with the man who I had called my boyfriend for the past three years.
Our relationship had always been tense, always on the edge of breaking, but I had held on. Convinced that I was the one woman who could make him change his ways. Form him into the man who I wanted him to be. Needed him to be.
We had met at the beginning of my college career and stayed together despite the few hours between our cities. He had moved to Arkansas after he graduated college, and I had stayed in Austin, since I was still in school. That would make this change easier for everyone. Thank God we didn't live together or own anything together. I assumed he would make a plea to get me back at some point, but for now I was free.