Unbound: The Pentagon Group, Book 2 Read Free Page A

popped on the screen. I pressed ignore. The phone rang twice more, each were ignored. I decided not to turn off the phone because I wanted to ensure I got to my destination before I closed myself off to the world. The phone signaled a text. ‘What could he possibly have to say to me?’ I whispered to myself.
    Matt: Please, let’s work through this. I love you. I could never fake it. I’m coming over to your place.
    I decided to respond, sparing my neighbors the harassment.
    Me: Nothing to work out. I’m not going home. No need to come after me ever. I’m done. DONE.
    Matt: I’ll give you some space. In time, I’ll show you how sorry I am for deceiving you. I do love you. Everything we experienced physically and emotionally was as real for me as it was for you.
    Me: I don’t know if it was real Matt because the entire time I was duped into a relationship. All I know is you pursued me for your selfish interests. It has always been about Pentagon and its need to complete Pentagram. I was a casualty of war. Please consider the “space” to be forever. Quit the gym. Lose my number. Forget my address. I want you out of my life. If I truly meant ANYTHING to you, LET ME GO.
    The last text must have made a difference because he didn’t respond. I couldn’t tell what was more painful, the Pentagon revelation or the fact he didn’t continue to fight for me once I walked away. Men will quit the chase when projectiles are being hurled at them, I reasoned with myself. I was launching the largest and heaviest missiles because I was in pain. I took a huge breath. The pain in my chest made it hard to fill my lungs. My throat tightened, and I couldn’t swallow. Suppressing my body’s initial instinct to scream and sob until I passed out, I covered my mouth with both hands.
    The cab approached the front entrance of Carson’s apartment building and pulled over to let me out. I paid the fare and exited, running up to the front door of the Sheldrake, a gorgeous building in the bustling college area. The doorman opened the door and I walked toward the security desk. I gave my name and signed the log. I pressed the elevator for Carson’s floor. I held onto myself while pressing into the corner of the elevator. I could feel my strength unraveling. When the elevator stopped at Carson’s floor, I walked swiftly to his front door and knocked.
    Within seconds, Carson opened the door and I fell upon his chest, tears gushing from my eyes. Carson promptly brought me inside. He sat us on the couch. He didn’t speak. I didn’t utter any intelligible words. He reclined us and held me close to him. He let me cry until the sobs were so jagged he was concerned I would faint. When my crying jag slowed to a stop and I composed myself, I lifted off of his chest. I saw the large wet spot on his t-shirt from my tears, snot, and drool. I touched his chest. “I’m sorry. This is probably one of your eighty dollar t-shirts I fuss you about, huh?” He shrugged.
    “You can destroy any shirt with your tears, as long as you’re okay at the end. Tell me what’s wrong.” He offered gently.
    I recited the whole sordid tale—Matt used me for my connection to Liberty Inn and used the information gained for the purpose of purchasing the Inn to demolish and use the land for building a large convention, hotel and residential property. He listened intently without interjecting when I explained Pentagon’s role in destroying my marriage by interfering with Parisi’s Construction Company in a possible takeover bid. He reserved any questions or comments until I was through with the entire story. “Is it possible Matt did fall in love with you despite being on a mission to obtain information for Pentagon?” He whispered.
    “Anything’s possible, but how can I trust a love which began in such a deceptive manner. I will always look at him and think it was about the money. If we were to work through this, we go on to get married and have children, what do I