anymore, Brook. I've tried to be your friend, but I'm still in love with you," he said flatly.
My breath rushed out. I should have just kept my mouth shut.
This isn't the conversation I wanted to have right before stepping out for a premiere, and anyway, I wasn't exactly sure what to say in response. I'd already apologized over and over.
"I don't like fading into the background while you hook up with that British—"
"Please don’t start," I interrupted. "I'm sorry this has hurt you and I've told you a hundred times that I never meant for this to happen. I thought we were past all of this." I reached out to take his hand but he pulled his back from me.
His mouth quirked, "I guess you are. Obviously, I'm not ." His tone was sardonic.
"What brought this on now? Why right before one of the biggest moments of my life?"
He was getting agitated and angry. "I fucking told you , Brook! I don't want to do this anymore! I mean what happens now? I deliver you to his arms again and then pretend it isn't killing me while you go off and fuck him in his hotel room, right?"
I felt the heat rise under my skin at his words and felt my cheeks burn.
"You've destroyed me with all of this. I've loved you for years and trusted you when you said you loved me... and yet, you dump me for the first bastard that happens your way."
My face flushed and angry tears pricked the back of my eyes as I looked at him.
"Why the fuck are you doing this to me now? You know how I feel, David. You're still important to me! I've told you that again and again."
David cut me off. "Yeah? Is that what you tell him? That you still love me ?"
I didn't know what to say. What words would make a difference? I shook my head. "I don't want us to end up hating each other, I never did, but I don’t love you like that."
I put my hand over my eyes and swallowed hard as I tried not to let tears fall. I had to get out and face the crowd in only a few minutes and I didn't need this shit now.
And worse, Cade would see me struggling with my emotions. He wouldn't know exactly what was up, but he could read me like a book, so I wouldn’t be able to keep the turmoil from him.
The last thing I need is for Cade to believe I'm crying over David .
Suddenly I felt David’s arms go around me as he pulled me close. I tried to push against his chest but his hand was on the back of my head, roughly forcing my face closer to his. His mouth was hot as he brought it roughly down on mine. His tongue snaked out and tried to gain entrance to my mouth. I was shocked, but I finally found the strength to push against him again. He was crushing me to him and I couldn't breathe.
I tried to twist my face away, but his hand only gripped tighter at the back of my head. He was hurting me, his other hand digging into my thigh as he pulled my body closer, and then moving to grip my breast. I cried out in pain.
Holy shit! This is a nightmare.
"Does he make you feel the way I did? Does he? Remember what it was like between us?"
Oh, Jesus God. Not even close.
His mouth was wet and ragged as he dragged it from my lips, then across my face. I was petrified, and disgusted that he would force himself on me like that.
My body went limp hoping he would stop; I didn’t move a muscle as I waited for him to stop. David brought his mouth back to mine and kissed me again, but softer this time. Without my resistance, he didn’t need to force me.
I felt the anger drain out of him, as tears dripped from my eyes. I felt sad that he was so hurt, sad that it had come to this and angry as hell that he would do what he just did.
“Brooklyn, please come back to me. I’ll forgive you for being unfaithful to me with him. Just please come back to me and we’ll forget any of this ever happened.”
We were arriving at the theater and the crowds were screaming everywhere around. I shoved him from me roughly after his grip on my flesh lessened.
My eyes flashed at him and I lowered my voice to almost a
My breath rushed out. I should have just kept my mouth shut.
This isn't the conversation I wanted to have right before stepping out for a premiere, and anyway, I wasn't exactly sure what to say in response. I'd already apologized over and over.
"I don't like fading into the background while you hook up with that British—"
"Please don’t start," I interrupted. "I'm sorry this has hurt you and I've told you a hundred times that I never meant for this to happen. I thought we were past all of this." I reached out to take his hand but he pulled his back from me.
His mouth quirked, "I guess you are. Obviously, I'm not ." His tone was sardonic.
"What brought this on now? Why right before one of the biggest moments of my life?"
He was getting agitated and angry. "I fucking told you , Brook! I don't want to do this anymore! I mean what happens now? I deliver you to his arms again and then pretend it isn't killing me while you go off and fuck him in his hotel room, right?"
I felt the heat rise under my skin at his words and felt my cheeks burn.
"You've destroyed me with all of this. I've loved you for years and trusted you when you said you loved me... and yet, you dump me for the first bastard that happens your way."
My face flushed and angry tears pricked the back of my eyes as I looked at him.
"Why the fuck are you doing this to me now? You know how I feel, David. You're still important to me! I've told you that again and again."
David cut me off. "Yeah? Is that what you tell him? That you still love me ?"
I didn't know what to say. What words would make a difference? I shook my head. "I don't want us to end up hating each other, I never did, but I don’t love you like that."
I put my hand over my eyes and swallowed hard as I tried not to let tears fall. I had to get out and face the crowd in only a few minutes and I didn't need this shit now.
And worse, Cade would see me struggling with my emotions. He wouldn't know exactly what was up, but he could read me like a book, so I wouldn’t be able to keep the turmoil from him.
The last thing I need is for Cade to believe I'm crying over David .
Suddenly I felt David’s arms go around me as he pulled me close. I tried to push against his chest but his hand was on the back of my head, roughly forcing my face closer to his. His mouth was hot as he brought it roughly down on mine. His tongue snaked out and tried to gain entrance to my mouth. I was shocked, but I finally found the strength to push against him again. He was crushing me to him and I couldn't breathe.
I tried to twist my face away, but his hand only gripped tighter at the back of my head. He was hurting me, his other hand digging into my thigh as he pulled my body closer, and then moving to grip my breast. I cried out in pain.
Holy shit! This is a nightmare.
"Does he make you feel the way I did? Does he? Remember what it was like between us?"
Oh, Jesus God. Not even close.
His mouth was wet and ragged as he dragged it from my lips, then across my face. I was petrified, and disgusted that he would force himself on me like that.
My body went limp hoping he would stop; I didn’t move a muscle as I waited for him to stop. David brought his mouth back to mine and kissed me again, but softer this time. Without my resistance, he didn’t need to force me.
I felt the anger drain out of him, as tears dripped from my eyes. I felt sad that he was so hurt, sad that it had come to this and angry as hell that he would do what he just did.
“Brooklyn, please come back to me. I’ll forgive you for being unfaithful to me with him. Just please come back to me and we’ll forget any of this ever happened.”
We were arriving at the theater and the crowds were screaming everywhere around. I shoved him from me roughly after his grip on my flesh lessened.
My eyes flashed at him and I lowered my voice to almost a
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