Savage Unapologetic(65)

So where did that leave me? I had no fucking clue. I was too consumed in wanting her that I hadn't foreseen this ever happening. And knowing the wanton woman that she was now, Juan wasn't going to stop trying to win her over. And if he were to succeed, should I wait for that dreaded phone call, or should I just cut my losses now?

I loved her too damn much, yet I wasn't going to sit back and wait for her to come around. If she decides to choose the movie, then I have to let her go. Set her free.

No. This had to be done. No sane man would tolerate such disrespect. Each time I would touch her I would always wonder who she was thinking about. I just couldn't have that, not with her.

I had failed at trying to rekindle the love we once had. I had been a deluded idiot believing that once I had her in my arms, things would fall back into place and it would be just like old times. Yeah, deluded idiot I sure as fuck was.

The diamonds glinted around her dainty neck. A beautiful icy emblem of the woman she had become. A token of the years we had together, packed with lost love, dimming memories, nerve-wracking heartbreaks, and chilling betrayals.

As Oscar Wilde would say: The only way to get rid of temptation is to yield to it.

And she would. I knew Cara quite well. She was terrible at resisting temptation when her body overtook her mind. All she could think about was the havoc in her tight cunt seeking release. I should know, I used her wantonness against her like a damn weapon.





Chapter Eighteen

River



The club was loud, crazy, and people were in great party spirit. The VIP section was jam-packed with people that were part of my team. It was a celebratory night, and every night after every successful arena show that was lined up for weeks to come.

My right knuckles were bandaged up, but the need to punch something hadn't dissipated. I was the complete depiction of catastrophe-disheveled hair, tear-stained shirt, a murderous expression that was directed to everyone except for the woman who had caused it.

Cara stuck to my side like damn glue. I wasn't sure if she was terrified I'd leave her, or she was making sure I wasn't going to get into trouble. Whatever it was, she remained by my side, making it known that she wasn't intimidated by my mercurial attitude.

People noticed her. Of course they did. Cara had grown into a bold, confident woman who commanded unwanted attention with the way she gazed at people. She had those penetrative eyes, the ones that warned you she'd suck your soul dry if you gave her the chance. At the same time, she had a beguiling look, a temptress that promised a night of passion. Anyone with a dick got hard just by looking at her. What straight man wouldn't? 

Like tonight, she was all dolled up, looking like an elegant, sexy angel. Normally, I'd get territorial, but I felt no such thing. I was a blank space, devoid of any emotion, devoid of life.

Angel …

I snorted at the thought. Cara wasn't an angel any longer. She had transformed into something I didn't want to be a part of-a vain, selfish, self-serving slut that most Hollywood actresses were known for.

What made me think she was going to be different? It was a blatant warning when she had entered the scene. However, I had been too fucked up, too caught up possessing her again that I didn't even pause to think that she would eventually serve me the same cold, remorseless dish like I had before, once upon a time.

The society I revolved in was already full of bullshit; I didn't need that same venal energy in my personal life.

The anger I felt over an hour ago had pitted deeply into my system. It sought a dark side of me, fed on it, raged within me like a caged animal needing to be freed. It churned into something ferocious, and I could feel the hate begin to take a life of its own.

I drank myself to stupor, trying my damnedest to block all the bad shit that was taking hold of my mind.

Cara tried to act like a doting girlfriend, but I couldn't speak to her. I guessed I was too tempted to lash out and ask her how she liked being a total shameless slut? Instead, I kept my mouth shut, for both our sakes.

That Spanish bastard was probably getting a kick out of this whole thing. And if rumors got out that my girlfriend was cheating on me with him, the guy would skyrocket to fame. Sleazebags always used that method to get themselves more publicity. The more scandalous the story, the better the exposure. Cara was an easy target. And she fucking fell right into it. Hook, line, and finger.

Though my senses registered each move she made, each long drawn sigh, each time she fidgeted, and every single time she glanced at me with that cute frowning face of hers, I detected them all. Not once did I reach out or pretend that I was enjoying her company, though. It would've suited us better had she gone back to the hotel, but she had been adamant on accompanying me. Arguing with her would've meant I spoke to her, and I'd rather not. The words that were at the tip of my tongue were too callous, even for her. Again, for both our sakes, my silence was golden.