I rush out to the garage, needing to feel the thrill of riding my motorcycle.
I don’t know where I’m going yet, but I can’t stay here.
When I get inside the garage and find Gytha there, I stifle a groan, but she can see I’m not in the mood for anything, business or otherwise.
A seductive smile spreads across her red, glossy lips, and she leans against the door of my sports car with the same air of seduction.
That’s done on purpose to conjure my memories of riding around town with her, or times when I had her naked on the hood.
Fuck my life.I can’t deal with her now.
“I saw you come in. You didn’t look too happy. Thought you might come back out here.” Her voice is as gentle as a cat’s purr.
“I’m going out.” I keep walking until I reach the bike, but she follows.
“Trouble in paradise?” She runs a finger over my arm. “I always had the cure for that. Why don’t we go back inside and fuck whatever is wrong with you out of your system?”
If it were that easy, I wonder if I would do it.
Would I fuck another woman to forget Anastasia? Or to get her out of my head even temporarily?
Would it be her? Gytha, the first woman I thought I could love.
It would be so easy to do it. To take her, or someone else. A guy like me never has trouble getting pussy.
But I won’t do it.
I can’t.
Because of fucking love.
I’m not the guy to cheat on the wife he loves, even if she doesn’t love me back.
“No, and do not ask me again.” I glare at her and her face hardens.
“I can’t do this. I can’t watch you like this.”
“Like what?”
“Belonging to someone else.” She swallows and blinks back tears. “There’s a job in Denmark I’m going to take. It starts in a few weeks’ time.”
I stare back at her. This is the wrong time to speak to me, and not about this.
I’ve always thought of her as an integral part of my business, but I knew the day would come when she’d leave. I thought it would have happened sooner, after we stopped screwing around.
Now she’s looking at me like she wants me to tell her to stay.
But I can’t do that either.
“I was hoping we could work through this. Being with you was always reason enough to stay.” She presses her lips together. “Do you think we could?”
Her eyes plead with me to say yes, but this is one question I don’t have to think too hard about, or for too long.
“You should take the job, Gytha. We’re not going to work anything out.”
First she stares as if she’s stunned by my answer, then she turns away from me in silence and walks out.
Feeling like I’m going to implode, I jump on my bike and ride away at lightning speed.