Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 69610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Just like that.
I wonder if that scared me the most?
Probably.
Scarlett takes my arm and shakes me, forcing me to look back at her. “Hey, I know what you saw is terrifying, I’d be terrified if I saw Maverick in that situation, but you know this is their world, Amalie. You do know this.”
“I know,” I say softly. “I just never saw Malakai like that. He was always scary, but he always had this softness that I felt right to my heart. I was never afraid of him.”
“And you’re not now, you’re just in a little bit of shock because the reality of what you’re dealing with has sunk in.”
“I told him it was over,” I admit to her. “That he had no chance with me. Even though there was never anything between us to begin with.”
Her eyes widen a little. “You told him he had no chance? Is that how you really feel?”
I shake my head, looking down at my hands. “No, but I was so jealous, and so angry. He had another woman in the room with him, and I was so full of emotion from Caiden. I just said something, anything, to hurt him. I wanted to hurt him.”
“Listen to me,” she says, when I look back up at her. “I know how you’re feeling. What you have been through, it’s going to mess with your emotions and that’s completely normal. You don’t have to be sorry for acting on them. Malakai cares about you, and if he cares as much as I think he does, he’s not going to give up, not yet, okay?”
“And what I saw?” I tell her. “Scarlett, it freaked me out. Right now, I have no interest in seeing him. When I left that club, I thought I was making the wrong choice, I regret it instantly, so I went back and I saw that ....”
“Only you can decide if you can live with that side to those men. I can’t honestly answer that for you, because if it were Maverick, I don’t honestly know how I’d react. I know he does those things, I know how dangerous he can be, but I guess I love him so much, that I can accept it. Because my life without him in it, is simply no life at all. You have to know if you feel the same way.”
And right now, I don’t. I don’t know if I feel the same way. Not at all. And that’s making my stomach coil in a mass of knots. I’m still so angry at Malakai, and so horrified, and so hurt, that I can’t make sense of anything I’m feeling right now.
Scarlett’s head turns to the door, and then she looks back at me. “He’s at your door, honey.”
I swivel my head in that direction, but I can’t hear anything. Nothing at all. I hate that, and it only makes me angrier, and more frustrated, and more confused. Damn this. I stand and walk over, going up on my tiptoes to see Malakai and Maverick standing at the door. Maverick will have come for Scarlett, but I know Malakai will have come for me.
Scarlett places a hand on my shoulder and I jump, turning toward her. “Do you want me to let him in? If you don’t, I’ll make him go away, Amalie.”
“I don’t want him here,” I say to her, leaning forward and hugging her. “Maverick is here for you, and I’m tired. I’ll text you in the morning, okay? Thanks for coming over.”
She squeezes me tightly and steps back, holding my eyes. “Goodnight, Amalie.”
I turn and walk down the hall and into my bedroom. Scarlett can deal with whatever storm is going to explode out there. I close my bedroom door and sit on my bed, trying to fight my emotions, trying to clear a space in my head for one second so that I can think. Just for a moment. One small moment is all I’m asking for, but my mind absolutely refuses it.
I lift my head, ready to get up and have a shower but let out a small squeal when I see Malakai standing at my door. His face is hard, but not angry. Just expressionless. He’s wearing his jacket, as always, and a tight black tee. He’s got on faded denim jeans and no boots. He must have left that at the door. He also must have convinced Scarlett to let him in. Either that or he bullied his way in.
That’s the more likely scenario.
I stare at the man in front of me, and I want to be disgusted, I want to be horrified by the side I saw of him today, but for some reason, I’m not. I expected when I saw him all my attraction would be gone, but staring at him now, holding those green eyes, I realize it’s simply intensified.