“Fuck!” I scream and throw the glass against the wall. It’s been forty-eight hours since I last saw her face. Two fucking days. I haven’t slept. I can’t eat. I want to rush back to her house and take her and Aarabelle. I need her like I need air.
But I have to stay away.
He’s my best friend.
He’s her husband.
I’m a piece of shit.
“Dempsey, open the fucking door!” I hear someone, but I’m not moving.
“Suck my dick!” I yell back and reach for my glass. Oh, yeah, I broke it. The bottle will be just fine. I grip the neck of the bottle as the vodka pours down my throat. I need the numbness that won’t come.
“I’ll knock it off the goddamn hinges. Don’t think I won’t,” I hear Quinn on the other side threatening me. He’s the last person I want to see. Like I need a talk about why loving her was a bad idea.
“Go away,” I reply, taking another swig of what I’m hoping will give me a break from the hell I’m living.
I hear the wood splinter as Quinn kicks the door in. Asshole.
“You’re going to pay for that,” I inform him.
“If you’d have opened the damn door, I wouldn’t have kicked it in.” He looks around the room, and I sink into the couch.
“Good to see you’re taking it well.”
I open my eyes then flip him off. “If you’ve come here to gloat, you can see yourself out the door. I don’t need anyone’s shit.”
Quinn pushes my leg and sits next to me. He grabs the bottle from my hand and puts it on the table. “No one could’ve seen this coming, man. You didn’t know.”
“I brought him to her. I had to sit on that fucking plane and listen to him go on and on about her.” I want to throw something again. “He wouldn’t shut up about being with her again. I just sat there, and Jackson and Mark didn’t know what to say either. None of us could tell him. None of us could talk. How fucked up am I that I wished it hadn’t been him?”
Quinn sits there quiet for the first time in his life. I reach for the bottle, but he moves it before I can grab it.
“Give it to me.”
“You’ve had enough, Demps.”
“I’m on leave! Give me the goddamn bottle,” I growl as I reach again.
Quinn smirks and I stand, ready to fight him.
“You wanna hit me, buddy? Go ahead. I’ll have your ass laid out before you get your first hit in,” he taunts and sits there lazily.
“Fuck you!”
“Nah, you’re not really my type.”
“Are you enjoying this?” I ask and head to the kitchen before he can answer me. He may have taken my vodka, but I’ll grab the whiskey.
I try to be as quiet as possible while I grab the Jameson. I get the top off and take half a swig before Quinn grabs it from me.
My fist clenches, I go to take a swing, but Quinn’s hand goes up and grabs my hand and twists it. “You wanna kill yourself? You want to be a pussy and drink yourself stupid, or do you want to be a man?”
I don’t say anything. I’m drunk, angry, and I want my girl back.
My other hand flies up, and before I know it, I’m face down on the ground with Quinn holding my arms behind my back. “Pussy it is,” Quinn laughs and uses something to secure my hands behind my back.
“Untie me, you son-of-a-bitch.” My voice is borderline murderous. “I’ll kill you when I get out of this.”
Quinn squats in front of me while I lie on the ground. “I’m not worried.” He pats my back and grabs the whiskey. “Now that you can’t do anything stupid let’s chat.”
I lift my head while glaring at him.
“You have two choices here. You can either let Aaron claim his wife back, or you can show her why you’re worth her time. It’s clear you love her and she loves you.”
I look at him incredulously. This was the same guy who told me to stay away. “She’s married to him. She’s not just some guy’s wife.”
“Did she tell you to leave?”
I close my eyes and see her face. She was so angry and slapped me, but I couldn’t be that guy. I can’t be the one who breaks up a family. It’s not just about Aaron . . . there’s Aarabelle to think about too. She may not be mine, but I love her as if she were. I can’t be the reason that she doesn’t have her father. If Natalie wants me, she’ll have to decide that on her own with no influence from me. I’d never stop wondering.
“No, but she was in shock.”
“You’re clairvoyant now? Wow, okay,” he pauses. “What will the winning lottery numbers be? I could use some serious dough.”
“Untie me,” I demand as I try to move my hands.
“I’m not done talking,” he states as if there’s no issue in this.
“Quinn, I promise I’ll kick the shit out of you if you don’t untie me.”
He laughs then moves to the chair, making himself comfortable. “You can try, but first you’ll need to get out. Here’s the deal. I don’t think you’re capable of making a rational decision right now. You need to sober up and figure out how the hell to claim your balls back. Right now, you’re waving a white flag to a man who cheated on his wife. Yeah, he was your friend. I get it. Are you willing to fight for her? If you’re not . . . then you don’t deserve her.”
Quinn stands and places a knife on the floor, clear out of reach. “You better run,” I warn him.
“You should be chasing someone else. Think about that and then clean this shit. You’re better than this,” he says and walks out the room.
I start to slide against the floor toward the knife.
Each inch I get closer, I think about what he said. The alcohol fog I was hoping for is lifting as the anger sobers me. Natalie begged me to take her away and fight for her. And all I wanted was to whisk her away and run. But the part everyone fails to understand is that this isn’t my fight. It’s hers.
I’ll never be able to push her away. I’ll wait forever if I have to, but I can’t fight this battle.
She has to be the one to choose me.
If she loves me like she says, she knows where to find me.