My Guardian Angel(66)

“I feel nothing,” he said flatly.

The moment I heard him speak, my moment of euphoria was taken away from me. I held onto his hand hoping he was wrong, but he yanked it away.

“Go, Kassia,” he ordered.

“Fine, I’ll leave, but know this, Jason. I love you, but I never want to see you again. Never cross my path for I will never forgive you for lying to me.” I summoned all the strength I had and left.

I nearly ran to the elevator. I pressed the call button and waited. The fuckin’ thing wasn’t coming fast enough. I kept pressing the button, trying desperately to make it appear in front of me.

A hand grabbed me from behind and pulled me. Jason grabbed my face and kissed me hard, knocking our teeth together. I could taste both our tears as we kissed, trying to mend the wounds we had just inflicted on each other.



“KASS! Wake the fuck up already!” My brother’s voice bellowed from downstairs.

I had fallen asleep in my office dreaming of Jason again. I was dreaming of the ending I wanted. The reality was he had let me go the night I stepped into the elevator and watched as the doors closed, separating us.

Three months had passed and I still was fused in that moment in time where Jason found the strength to push me out of his life.

“You’re going to be late for your book signing!” Darios screamed. Tiff was now next to me as she massaged my back.

“Screw you, Dar!” I yelled. I sat up in my chair and turned to look at her.

“Does he seriously have to follow you everywhere? Doesn’t he understand this is business time not family time?” I berated her. I wasn’t really angry at her, but the man was in every aspect of my life right now and it was irritating me.

“I know. I’ll talk to him. I just think he’s excited for you. This book, Kass, it’s huge. It might be different, but the reviews are amazing. You might even be nominated for a few awards.” She smiled, beaming like a mother to a child.

“Just use the ‘I’m sweet and cute’ routine on him and have him leave me alone,” I begged.

“Will do.” She winked.





Book Signing



Here I sat at my latest book signing. My book wasn’t a fantasy or an epic romance about vampires. It was a simple story. It was my story. My little love story between myself and the man I fell in love with. He was the first man who entered my life and pushed down the walls I had built. Jason would always be part of me even if we no longer were a part of each other.

Writing this book wasn’t a form of escapism like before, but rather a story that needed telling. I wrote not to feel better, but because I had a need to. I wanted the world to know me and the Jason I knew. I wrote it expressing the thoughts and emotions as best as I could. It was a stretch for me, only because I exposed a part of myself I held close to my heart and soul. However, by the end of it, I felt like the words were meant to be in my book; the heart he so stupidly broke had started to heal. I wouldn’t be the same again, but at least I was able to write and mend who I was.

“Kass, the turnout is amazing!” Tiff said, as she stood behind me helping me with the gifts.

“I didn’t expect so many people,” I said, surprised the bookstore was full of people carrying my book, waiting for my signature. This was a first for me. Yes, I was popular author, but I never felt this kind of emotion before. It was completely overwhelming.

I must have been there for hours. My hand cramped up, but I insisted on continuing even though it was past the scheduled hours for my signing. My fans waited for me, so I would at least do this for them.

“Your name, please?” I asked while trying to find a new pen.

“Jason, Jason Theroux.”

I picked up a new pen and looked up. There in front of me stood my muse, the love of my life whom I wrote about. I laughed at how ironic this was. I took his book, not uttering a word and signed it.

I slid the book back and looked past him to see the other fans who stood behind him. I didn’t bother to see the look on his face. I had told him that I would never forgive him for hurting me the way he did. I wanted to keep to that. I didn’t know the reason Jason was here, but I wasn’t about to let him or how I felt about him take away this day from me. The book I wrote had touched many and I felt like I had finally come full circle.



“I’ll take you home,” Tiff offered. The bookstore was closing now and the van was filled with numerous gifts from everyone who had come here.

“No, it’s all good. I’d rather walk a bit. I’ll cab it the rest of the way,” I said, stretching out my body. God, this was hard on my back.

“Are you sure?” she asked.