She tugged her arm out of his grasp roughly and turned around to face him, figuring she wouldn’t be able to escape now without confronting him. Anger and sadness both burned within her. “What the hell was that about?” she asked, looking up at his face. She wanted answers.
He was so handsome that it hurt to look at him. But his expression was guarded. He was going cold on her. Again. After everything he told her about his father, he still shut down so easily. It was frustrating as hell and Olivia knew that she didn’t deserve this. She almost didn’t believe that less than ten minutes ago he had been buried deep inside her as warmth burned in his eyes.
Now it was like looking at a statue.
“Forget it,” Olivia mumbled, feeling drained. She reached for the door handle again.
“Olivia, I’m sorry. I know what you’re thinking, but it couldn’t be farther from the truth,” he said softly. He reached out to touch her but she backed away from his hand.
Of course he could read her. She was an open book. But she wished he couldn’t sometimes. And this was definitely one of those times.
“It doesn’t matter, Alex,” she mumbled, the cool fall air stinging her face. “I don’t even know what we’re doing. We’re not in a relationship. Heck, we’re not even dating. We’re having sex. It was supposed to be simple. But now, it’s getting a little too complicated for me and I’m feeling too much,” Olivia said, looking into his eyes, searching for something. Anything.
She wanted to shake him. Force him into showing her some kind of emotion right now. One little sign that he felt something for her too. But she got nothing.
Olivia let out a shaky breath as rejection swept over her. She had really gone off the deep end with him. She realized that now. She liked him way more than she ever thought she would. Maybe it was better to go their separate ways now because Olivia knew there was no way in hell a man like Alex would be able to return her feelings. Especially when he couldn’t even introduce her to his friends.
“I’m gonna go,” she murmured, tears stinging her eyes. She pulled open her car door and climbed inside quickly, jamming the key in the ignition. “Bye, Alex,” she said quietly, before she shut the door.
He was still standing there, hands down by his sides, as she pulled around his car and turned onto the street. She started crying the second his house disappeared from her rear view mirror.
And she didn’t stop until she had already been home for over an hour.
Olivia splashed her red face with cool water from the kitchen sink, scrubbing off any remaining traces of her runny mascara. Her nose was completely stuffed up from crying and she was positive her eyes were swollen and red. She wouldn’t make a pretty sight, that was for sure.
Her phone dinged suddenly from inside her purse, making her heart jump in nervousness as she wondered if Alex was trying to contact her. She patted her face dry before she padded over to the couch to retrieve it.
She sniffed as she flipped open her phone and saw that there were two new text messages. She scrolled to the first one, waiting for her slow phone to pop the screen up.
It read: How have you been? I’m worried about you.
Olivia frowned, looking for a name. But there was only a number. And after staring at the number for a few seconds, she realized whose number it was. It was a number that she had dialed often for the past six years. A number she had deleted from her contacts a few weeks ago.
Miles.
Anger coursed through her. He was worried about her? The idea almost made her laugh.
Why the hell was he contacting her? What right did he have?
She noticed he had sent the text to her earlier this morning. With a pang, she realized it was sent when she and Alex had still been snuggled up in bed. She probably hadn’t heard her phone ding.
In her anger, she deleted it. She would never respond to him. She would never give him the time of day. It would suit her perfectly fine if she never saw him again either.
She took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. This was turning into an awful day. And it was only three in the afternoon.
She remembered the other text message and hoped to God that it wasn’t from Miles. But as Olivia scrolled to it, she saw a name instead of a number as she opened up the message. Her stomach clenched tightly, heart pounding when she read Alex Matlock at the top.
Olivia, I could say sorry a hundred times but it won’t make up for how I treated you this afternoon. But I’ll still say I’m sorry. Please give me a chance to explain.
Her heart fluttered even as tears started to pour down her cheeks again. Damn, I just stopped, she thought irritably.
She read his text over a dozen times, until she had practically memorized it. She didn’t know how to respond. Or even if she should.