It suddenly begins to all make sense.
Just when I think I’m finally cracking into him, something like this happens, and I’m reminded of who he really is—a player who has a different woman for each day of the week. The feelings have never been mutual and he’s always made that very clear.
It takes me back to our teenage years when all I wanted was him, while he was out having everyone else. I should’ve never romanticized the thought of him or allowed him to touch me. The images of him with her makes me sick to my stomach. It’s a familiar feeling that I know all too well.
Hurt and anger boil inside me as I think of the way I felt back then and how I feel it again.
It’s because I know panties and pictures aren’t something a one-night stand sends to a doorstep as a gift. Travis is a lot of things, but he wouldn’t be stupid enough to mess around with a girl at work when he knows it could jeopardize everything he’s worked for, but maybe that’s giving him too much credit. We’re talking about Travis King—thinks only with his dick in mind and nothing else.
I grab my cell and snap a single picture of the images scattered across the table and send him a text. You disgust me, Travis.
I turn off my phone before he can send a reply because I don’t care anymore. I don’t want to care anymore. As I sit at the table and stare at the blank wall, I remember being so in love with him. I was a stupid girl with a stupid crush, but even then, I deserved more.
When Travis started dating, I felt like my insides were being ripped into a million little pieces. I couldn’t stand to hear the girl’s name, and I didn’t want to see them together. So I made it my mission to avoid him as much as possible. I thought I was strong enough to play his game, but I’m only allowing myself to get hurt again. For just a small fraction of time, in some fucked-up sort of way, I thought I was maybe more than just another notch on his “girls I made come” bedpost.
I place the pizza box in the fridge and leave my books where they are. After turning off all the lights, I go straight into Drew’s room and lock the door. I shouldn’t give two shits about what or who Travis does, and starting now, I’ll avoid him just like old times. It’s better for me that way, even if that means hanging out in the coffee shop that’s close to campus until bedtime.
There’s only eleven more days left of spring break but I’m one heartache away from packing my bags and staying with my Mom and her boyfriend. Then he can have all the wild sex he wants and I won’t be around to be a witness. I learned long ago that it’s better to face your problems than to run from them. But just because I’m facing Travis doesn’t mean I have to talk to him.
No more games.
No more being nice.
He’s officially cut off.
The old familiar feelings–jealousy and hatred–linger, and the realization that we could never be just friends sets in. I was stupid to even consider it could be a possibility. I hoped things would be different, but that’ll never happen, and I hate him even more for giving me hope and then snatching it away.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
TRAVIS
I’m not sure which is more distracting.
The choking sound Alyssa Crawford makes when she’s deep-throating my cock or envisioning Viola Fisher on her knees in front of me.
If I had to guess, I’d say it’s the latter.
After lunch, I silence my phone and hustle until four p.m. when Alyssa prances her little ass into my office.
“What do you want?” I ask.
She sways her hips, takes a seat on the edge of my cluttered desk. “I came to see if you wanted to have dinner tonight? We could write it off as a work expense.” She grins, twirling a black credit card in her fingers.
“I’m under the gun. Blake has doubled my workload,” I say without looking back up at her.
“Oh, come on, baby. You can take a little break.” Her baby voice makes my ears bleed. “You can’t be all work and no play.”
“I can’t, Alyssa,” I say, firmly. “Not all of us work CEO’s daughter’s hours. I’ll be here all night.”
She sticks her lower lip out, not pleased with my harsh response. “Well…” She swings her body off the top and rounded my desk, grabbing the arm of my chair and swinging it toward her. “Let me help make the longer hours a little more bearable then.”
Before I have time to argue, she’s on her knees, unzipping my slacks and palming my cock. I’m at a loss for words the moment she runs her tongue up my shaft.