Chapter 13
Alanna
Present Day.
Closing my eyes, I pretended today had been different. That we didn’t just have a good-bye fuck but instead we made love, and he told me that I was his one and only.
A small snort escaped me at my fairytale thoughts. It was never going to happen. The man had his dick buried deep inside of me and told me that he was going to fuck around.
Really, Alanna, you’re reliving this again? Why put yourself through this?
My eyes closed, and I drifted off. I was sixteen and swimming in the pool with Bianca. Reyes was drinking a beer and laughing with Ryan. Both of them were wearing the Grimm Brothers leather cut. They had joined a couple of years ago.
Bianca couldn’t keep her eyes off Ryan, and I knew even then that she loved him just as much as I loved Reyes.
They were completely oblivious to us. I hated the fact Reyes could so easily see past me. There were always other women in the way, and it was never the same one.
My heart felt like a pin cushion, and every little stab sunk deep. The needles lodged there and were never removed. How many more could fit before it was too full?
“Is this how it’s going to be?” Reyes’ voice invaded my thoughts giving me a short reprieve.
“I don’t have anything to say,” I tell him honestly.
What was there to say? He made himself clear months ago. He wasn’t a one-woman man, and I wasn’t okay with that.
“We need to talk, Alanna,” he informed me.
“And I don’t want too,” I tell him coldly.
“Too fucking bad,” he snapped at me.
Turning, I looked at him and took in his profile. My heart did a flip and my fingers clenched in anger at him. I still wanted him, but he was still an asshole.
“No, Reyes, we don’t,” I tell him firmly.
There was nothing he was going to say to change my mind.
“I’ve changed,” he tells me.
I couldn’t help but snort at the absurdity of it.
“Bullshit,” I snapped at him.
Anger, red-hot fury was taking over my calm body.
“Shit, Alanna. I can’t stomach the idea of fucking someone else,” he said in a frustrating voice.
And I was supposed to believe this bullshit? That in all these months he’s been celibate? Didn’t Bianca tell me he hasn’t been faithful?
“I don’t believe you! How could you lie to my face like this Reyes?” I cried.
Tears filled my eyes; damn pregnancy hormones were riding me harder than ever.
“I’m not fucking lying. Tell me one goddamn time I’ve lied to you, Alanna,” he asked me. His voice was filled with both hurt and anger.
“Bianca told me, Reyes,” I tell him darkly.
“She doesn’t know shit,” he growled back.
“I can’t. Please don’t do this to me,” I begged Reyes as big fat tears leaked out of my eyes. They streamed down my face like heated rivers.
“Alanna,” he started again.
“No, Reyes. No more! I can’t handle this right now. I just can’t,” I tell him firmly while shaking my head.
My hand instinctively went to my slightly rounded stomach. I rubbed it in soothing motions not sure if I was trying to soothe our child or me.
His jaw clenched as he watched my hand move back and forth turning into slow circles, while I took deep fortifying breaths.
“Are you hungry?” he asked me, changing the subject.
Turning I gave him a sad smile.
“Starved,” I tell him honestly.
These days I was always hungry.
“Fast food okay?” he asked quietly.
I grimaced at the thought of all that grease. The thought of the fried food resulted in my stomach growling. My cheeks pinked up in embarrassment.
“I can find something else,” he tells me with a small laugh.
“No, its fine,” I tell him because it was. I may not want that artery-clogging fried shit, but the baby was all for it.