Every Kiss(104)

She looks at me before crossing her arms and glaring at him. “I wanted to see you, so I thought Macy and I would hang out until you came home. We were going to surprise you with dinner. It wasn’t until your new charity case came out of your bedroom that I even realized anyone was here.”

I step toward her, but Wes throws an arm out to catch me, turning his attention back to her again. “How did you get inside?”

“The door was open.”

“Bullshit,” he spits out. “I know for a fact that I locked it. Where’s the key, Sarah?”

She rolls her eyes impatiently. “I put it back under the flowerpot. I knew you kept a spare out there somewhere.”

“Get Macy’s stuff packed up and get out.” He’s trying hard to keep his voice calm and even for the child’s sake. “Then I’m giving you until Saturday to get your shit out of the apartment.”

She gasps. “I don’t have anywhere to go, and I refuse to go back to my mom’s. You can’t kick Macy out on the streets.”

“To be honest, I don’t care where you end up. You’re just not living in that apartment anymore.”

Sarah points at me accusingly. “Why? Because you need a place for your new whore? Kick one of your other girls out, Wes. You loved me once, just give me a chance.”

Wes’ grip tightens on my wrist when I start to lunge at her again. Just one slap across that smug face of hers. Just one. That’s all I need. Then he’s next.

“I’ve heard all about the shit you’ve been stirring up with the other women, too, and I’m done. I shouldn’t have ever felt sorry for you because it’s only caused me trouble. And because of what you’ve started for me here, today, I think I’ll shorten your stay even more. You have until tomorrow. I’ll have a police escort there to ‘assist’ you, and I’ll have the locksmith ready to change the locks immediately.”

She walks up to him and tries to touch his face, but he swats her hand away. “Wesley, I know I hurt you, but I know you love me. What we had doesn’t go away. I still feel it.”

“No,” he seethes. “I didn’t have any clue what love even was until this woman right here came into my life.” He pauses to look at me. “The only thing I feel for you is pity. I don’t know how you live with yourself, knowing how many people you’ve hurt and lied to. And now you have that little girl, who doesn’t stand a chance unless you grow the hell up and learn to be responsible for your actions. I’m not supporting you anymore. Get the hell out, and do not show your face here again or I will press charges for trespassing.”

She lets out an irritated growl and crosses the room to toss the toys into her bag. “Come on, Macy,” she snaps, flinging the child onto her hip. On her way past me, she pauses. “Just remember everything I said.”

“Get the hell out of my house, Sarah. Now.”

She rolls her eyes at him again and walks out the front door. The entire time, he keeps an almost painful grip on my wrist, and I don’t know if it’s to keep me from walking out the door, too, or if it’s to keep me from chasing her down to slap the shit out of her.

“Callie.” He finally mutters when Sarah’s car starts to pull away. “I can explain everything.”

I jerk my hand free, rubbing at the red fingerprints. “Are you serious? There’s so many things wrong with what’s happened today, that I don’t think you could ever explain it enough to make me understand.”

“You’re right. Let me just show you.”

I glare at him. “You’re kidding right? After all the crazy shit I’ve heard, I promise you, I don’t even want to know what kind of mess you have yourself in.”

“Callie, please,” he soothes, rubbing a hand down my arm. “Just give me an hour. And if you still want nothing to do with me after that, I’ll take you home, and you’ll never hear from me again. I haven’t told you the whole story, Callie, but I’ve never lied to you. I meant everything I said when I told you that I love you and that I’ll do anything to make this work with us. You told me you wouldn’t run, but I’ll understand if you want to after I explain. Just get all the facts first. Give me that, please.”

I nod.

Let’s see. He has a kid that he just kicked out on the streets. He’s maintained contact with the ex-wife that he told me he despises. He apparently keeps a harem of women shacked up in some apartments he has. And could quite possibly have several more children, considering that Sarah automatically assumed I’m pregnant.