"Last night, I was in Barcelona with him … " She trailed off before a choking, sobbing sound came out of her. "He kissed me, and he touched me in places he shouldn't have," she stuttered, huffing and puffing as she clung to me. "I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I didn't mean for it to happen."
My hand bunched up, trembling from rage, before I bit into my knuckle and tried to contain the seething rage that began to devour me whole. Because had I not, I'd have trashed the whole room.
I took a glimpse down at the weeping Cara and immediately felt bombarded by this intense feeling of being suffocated. I took a step back, desperate to put distance between us, before I erratically paced like a maniac. This went on for a good minute before I stuck myself to the farthest spot the room allowed me to have, which wasn't much at all. My eyes were drawn down, but the second I lifted my gaze to the distressed woman across the room, scorching anger and pure disdain emanated from them.
"I'm in love with you. Nothing's changed!" Big, fat tears rolled down her face, clearly miserable.
Except that it did.
Everything's changed. How could she fucking lie to me? This was a different ballgame, and I sure as fuck didn't want an audience while she played the field.
My jaws locked. I could feel the ticking throb in my temple. She spoke of love, but all I saw was a lying, cheating slut who came here and kissed me like she didn't just ruin the trust I granted her!
Her words held no meaning. Not when she was going back to that man tomorrow, and the same thing happened again. Like a stupid, sick cycle, we would be back to square one. Cara was a sensual, wanton woman, and basing from her horrified face, Juan Torres knew it, too. This was the nightmare I never wanted to participate in. Cara and another man. Twice she had given herself to someone. And it seemed the third one was just knocking at the door, about to hit homerun.
"Baby, please calm down." Cara took a few steps, and I viciously growled, halting her unsteady steps.
"Calm down!" I bellowed so loudly that I could feel the veins on the side of my neck pop out. "I hope that's a joke, right? What did he do that's gotten you to acting like some dumb whore? Didn't I even enter your head? This is bullshit, Cara! You shouldn't have come, because I'm this close to wringing your neck! How fucking dare you! Love me? Is this how you love someone, by getting fucked by some dude that you barely know?" White-hot fury built within me. It escalated quickly. I was hairsbreadth away from detonating.
She swore they didn't have sex, but she might as well have. In my eyes, it was all the same.
"I wake up, go to bed, thinking of you. I fucking pray that you're out there safe, and should there be any harm to come to you, I beg for it to come my way.
"I've been so pumped coming out here so I could just see you. I insisted on Europe first because it'd be easier for us to see each other, and now you drop this bomb on me, and you expect me to calm down? Yeah, fuck you, too!"
Her hand shook as she wiped her tears away. Her mascara began to run on her cheeks, ruining her perfectly made up face. "I'm sorry. I swear it won't happen again. I was drunk, and just please trust me. I'm going to ignore him from now on. Filming will end soon. Just don't push me away." She looked ashen, shattered from my volatile reaction.
Fuck.
Even though I was in so much pain, it was almost unbearable to breathe, let alone think straight while seeing her in such a hysterical state. It fucked with my mind. I would never dream of hurting her. I always took care of Cara. Crazy as I was, when it came to her, there was always extra love, pouring her more attention, more of everything … and this was how my love was repaid?
What.
The.
Fuck!!!
My chest tightened as if a large boulder sat on it, choking me. A violent snarl vibrated from within before I spun around, turning my back on her. I savagely hit the concrete wall, furiously smashing it so hard until I could feel my skin split open and blood emerged. I couldn't feel shit. I was too numb to comprehend anything apart from this abominable pain that heavily lodged in my chest.
Cara hugged me from behind, and my body shook upon feeling her body close in on me while her tears soaked my shirt. "Stop, please. Stop hurting yourself! I'll do anything, just stop," she bawled hysterically.
My chest heaved. It quaked. Something vicious unfurled within me, like a green-eyed monster needing to be fed with more blood to satiate its foul, soul-sucking hunger, never stopping until its craving was satisfied.