Walk Of Shame(35)

I scramble to my feet and grip the sheet against me. “No. I wasn’t trying to snoop. I was looking for a shirt to-”

“Yeah. I can fucking see that. It must have been by fucking accident then. Am I right?” His jaw clenches even harder as he reaches for my arm and pulls me to him.

He looks me in the eyes for a second and I almost see them soften; a glimpse of hope that he wants to talk to me and let me in. I can’t help what comes out next. “Where are they? Did you break her heart and leave her? What about your child?”

He takes a deep breath and backs us out of the closet before slamming the doors behind me and punching the wall. “Get the fuck out!” He reaches in his dresser, grabs a shirt and tosses it to me. I catch it while trying to keep my composure. “There. That’s what the fuck you were looking for. Now. Get. Out.”

I clutch the shirt against my body and watch as he leans over the dresser and takes a long, deep breath. He stays in the same position for a moment before knocking everything over to the floor and then pushing his dresser over as well.

He doesn’t say another word to me. He just stands there looking the other direction, his body tight and his breathing heavy.

“I’m sorry,” I stammer. “I-”

“I said get out,” he says firmly. “Leave the sheet and go. I won’t look at you. Just go.” His voice rumbles as he grips his hair in his hands before reaching for his pack of cigarettes.

I can’t stop watching him. My hands shake as I drop the sheet, quickly throw his shirt on and run out of the room, shutting the door behind me. I fall against the door and take a deep breath as I hear him breaking things and screaming from the other side. I didn’t even know he was capable of feeling anything. I guess I was wrong. He’s definitely feeling right now.

After a few seconds, I pull myself together enough to walk away. I don’t know why, but a part of me wants to stay. A part of me wants in even though I know that will never happen. I want to see this part of him that I never even knew existed.

I quickly reach for my ripped dress and ball it up in my arms while running down the steps, past the couch and to Cale’s door.

It’s still dark and quiet so I doubt that he saw me. I quickly turn the knob and push the door open only to stop dead in my tracks when I set eyes on a naked Cale getting his dick sucked by some chick. He looks up while gripping her hair as if my presence doesn’t even bother him.

“Holy shit!” I cover my eyes and fall against the wall. “I didn’t know you were in here.”

Cale lets out a soft chuckle. “Calm down, Aspen. You act as if you’ve never walked into this situation before.” He moans before speaking again. “Your phone’s been going off. It’s on the dresser.”

Keeping my hands over my face, I maneuver my way into the room and over to the dresser as quickly as I can. “I’ll be right out. Shit!” I grab my phone and then quickly turn and rush for the door. Right as I’m about to walk out, Cale’s voice stops me.

“You caved in,” he says softly. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”

Without turning his way, I take a deep breath and exhale. There’s no denying it. The proof was left on the steps. “I do. Trust me.”

I step out of his room and shut the door behind me. My heart is going crazy right now and I’m in total shock and a little grossed out. I can’t believe that girl didn’t even stop sucking that whole time.

Seriously though!

I take a seat on the couch and take a look at my missed messages. My heart sinks when I see Jay’s name across the screen. He called twice and sent a text message.

I touch the screen and go straight to the message.

This is a lot different than I expected it to be, Aspen. I actually miss you here. I’ll see you in two days.

Swallowing hard, I drop my phone down beside me and lay down across the couch. Any other day, I would be jumping to respond to his message. Well, not today. I just don’t have it in me. The need is not there.





FUCK! THIS IS GOING TO be a shitty day . . .

I take a long drag of my cigarette and hold it in while leaning my body weight against the side of the building. I’ve been outside smoking for the last twenty minutes and I have a feeling it’s going to take a lot more than just this shit before I’m able to collect myself enough to go back inside. My head is all fucked up.

I can feel my hands shake as I exhale and cross my arms over my chest to calm my breathing. My nerves are so shot today that I’m surprised I even made it out of bed to begin with. My mind hasn’t stopped spinning since I kicked Aspen out of my room this morning.