There was a minute of silence while he stared at me. “So, you’re going to fuck someone tonight?”
“You’re unbelievable,” I said, walking around him and making a beeline for the door. I opened it up and spotted my car, right on time.
Without looking back, I hurried down the steps as quickly as I could go.
When I got to the door of the car, I heard a loud, crashing sound. Turning, I saw one of the flower pots that used to sit at the top of the steps now smashed on the ground. Beau was walking back into the house. He slammed the door so hard I bet the neighbors could hear it.
It had been a fun night.
We’d celebrated Gianna’s birthday in style. It started with a nice dinner out, with plenty of good times and laughs.
It ended after we’d traipsed to a few different bars—with the help of a limo, of course.
Since everyone else was still living in the apartments, the limo took me home last.
I’d really wanted to stay with them, though.
It felt weird and—wrong to be going back to stay at Beau’s house. Where I clearly wasn’t wanted.
A few fortifying breaths later, I found the strength to ignore my childish feelings. I was a big girl now, and I’d have to find a way to deal with my situation sooner or later.
No matter how uncomfortable it was.
The limo stopped in front of the house, and I let out a sigh. “Thanks for everything, Jan,” I said through the lowered glass.
She turned around and said, “You’re welcome, Gigi. You gals were a hoot.” She was one of those natural smilers. Not one time tonight did I see her without a huge grin on her face.
“Have a good night. I hope we see you again.”
With that, I stepped out of the limo and shut the door behind me. My heels crunched on the driveway as I walked up to the steps.
I took note of the fact someone—probably Beau—had cleaned up the broken pot. That final scene before I’d left in the car had bothered me all night long.
The fact that he’d even think I’d be out trying to find a hookup was one thing.
The fact that he’d think I’d bring a man to his house—was preposterous.
To say the least.
And the boys were at his house tonight.
It said a lot about what he thought of me.
I was so far from the kind of girl who’d bring home a one night stand to Beau’s house—it wasn’t even funny.
As in, that would be the last thing in the world I’d ever do.
Or ever think of doing.
I walked up the steps as quietly as I could, careful not to make much noise. It was late and I didn’t want to disturb the boys.
I unlocked the door and slid inside, not bothering to turn on any lights.
All I wanted to do was slip off these torturous heels and creep to my bedroom.
I let out a small groan when I removed my shoes and felt the cool tile under my feet. When I turned to the stairs, I saw a flash of light coming from the living room that startled me.
Upon further investigation, I saw it was Beau sitting in a chair. He had a drink in one hand, and his phone in the other. The screen lit up his face.