I’m shaking my head; I’m blown away.
“How many people have you done something like this to?” I ask.
“Just her.”
“Oh. You just happened to have video of her in case you needed it. How many more videos do you have of other girls?”
“A few,” he says with a dead cold expression.
And that dead expression in his eyes hurts me. It actually causes physical pain. I feel the tears welling up.
He frowns at me. “This isn’t about you and me. Don’t make this shit about you and me. This is about that cunt fucking me over and about her having to pay for it.”
“Oh. Right. And what happens if another ex crosses you? More videos of your dick go out there?”
He shakes his head and laughs with a sneer on his face. “This isn’t about us, Carly. Go think on it. Think on the shit that cunt pulled. I don’t fight back, people fuck me over. I don’t fight back, people continually do their worst to blackmail, extort money, fuck my life up. Fuck that. Fuck that!”
“Got any sex videos of me in case I piss you off, Aiden?”
“No,” He snaps looking into my eyes. “I’d never do that to you.”
“Right,” I scoff.
He backs me up against the door. “Don’t be stupid. Of course I don’t.” He has my chin in his hand. His hold is gentle but his eyes? They’re furious.
“Let me go.”
“This isn’t about you and me,” he grinds out, eyes flaring with fury.
“No. It’s about you. It’s about you being a cold-hearted prick. What if one day I upset you. What are you gonna do? Even if you don’t have a video of me. What kind of wrath will I face? I can’t believe you’d do this. I can’t believe I was wrong about you. You’re still the same guy who said that about me on that recording. The guy who tried to fuck me over by screwing with the family business to make me look bad when you thought I was … whatever you thought I was. I was kidding myself thinking you weren’t that same guy. You might not think you could hurt me like you’re hurting her, but Aiden… what if you do? I can’t be in love with someone who could be this callous, this cold-hearted. Do Bella’s mother and father deserve to see their daughter like this? Even if Bella is a BFC? You’re not just hurting her with this, Aiden.”
He stares at me, grinding his jaw.
I shake my head. “I gotta go. I’m going home. I don’t feel well. I’ll ask Stacy and Blake to take care of my stuff.”
He slaps the wall beside me. “Carly, don’t.”
“Let go of me.” I dash tears away and see black wetness on the back of my hand. Tears are making mascara tracks down my face now.
He steps back, glaring at me.
I stomp out of there, go right to my desk, snap my laptop shut and grab my purse and jacket. I walk straight out without speaking to anyone.
Once outside, I send an email to Stacy asking her to please cover for me as I have an emergency and need to leave.
I text Ally, too.
“I have to go. I’ll call you when I’m finished processing. You’ve become an amazing BFF in a very short time. I’m going to miss you.”
A text comes through fast.
“Where the f are you going? This sounds like goodbye? We heard the windows practically rattling with you two arguing. What happened?”
I can’t answer her. I’m crying too hard. I hail a cab outside and take it back to the condo and pack up my stuff.
Ally: “I’m calling BFF rules right now. No processing. Talk to me now. Tell me where you went and I’ll come to you.”
I don’t have the energy to answer Ally when my heart is crumbling in my chest.