the
despicable woman, my hatred for her was still as intense as the day I found out
she aborted my child.
“Go away, Cora. I’m not letting you in.” I walked away from the
intercom but she was relentless.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
“If you don’t let me in, Alek, I’ll stay out here and lay on the
horn, disturbing whatever neighbors you have.”
“What do you want? Why are you here?” I mumbled.
“Let me in so we can talk, then I’ll go if you still want me to. Please,
sweetheart.”
“Don’t fucking call me that,” I barked. I reached up and grabbed
my neck, pulling down to assuage the tension which was quickly building. If I
didn’t let her in, she would definitely cause a scene, which would only make
things worse. It was already almost midnight and I was fucking cranky and tired,
never mind a pulsating headache was already starting to rattle my brain.
Deciding to find out what she wanted, I pushed the button to open
the gate. The quicker I let her in, the quicker I could kick her out.
My doorbell rang thirty seconds later and I was instantly
enraged, mainly because she was forcing me to deal with my past. Seeing her
again was going to put me in a dark mood for a while to come, and I had enough
on my goddamn plate.
Looking back on my time with Cora, I realized I never truly loved
her, not like I loved Sara. There was simply no comparison. Which was why when
she cheated on me, I was able to cut ties without a second thought. But when I
found out she killed my child on purpose because I wouldn’t take her back, that
was the clincher which pushed me from not loving her to full-on hating her.
Ready to engage the crazy bitch, I flung open the front door. I
knew I looked like I was hit by a train, but I didn’t care. I was far from
trying to impress her. Hell, she was lucky I didn’t reach out and throttle her
right where she stood.
Our eyes connected but neither one of us spoke. I was instantly
hit with all of the bad memories of the last conversation we had. After a
minute of simply standing there and staring at each other, she decided my
rudeness was no longer tolerable. She smiled and pushed past my foreboding
body, entering my personal space.
I think I was still drifting between reality and drunken stupor,
the alcohol wearing off a little the more I was forced to be in Cora’s
presence.
After I shut the door, I turned around and realized I was only
half-dressed. I’d quickly thrown on my jeans which had been tossed over the
edge of the couch. They weren’t even buttoned all the way, for God’s sake.
She was busy taking in every facet of my home, her eyes widening
the more she looked around. She was definitely impressed. If she’d only kept
her legs closed, she could have had it all. But thankfully, she and my cousin
Cameron were cut from the same cloth. Her betrayal essentially forced me to find my one true love.
Sara.
My thoughts flitted to the woman who was going to hate me soon
enough.
“What do you want, Cora?” I pulled her attention to me, and it
was a mistake. The way she drank me in actually gave me chills. I hated I was
standing in front of her, shirtless and pants half-undone.
“I’ve come to win you back, sweetheart.” She took a step toward
me but I held up my hand. One look in my eyes and she knew she would be in for
it if she came any closer.
Teeth clenched and jaw squared tight, I yelled out again. “Don’t
fucking call me that, Cora.” My sudden rage startled her, and she took a step
back. As I was about to tell her there was no way in hell I would ever take her
back, my doorbell rang.
Now who the hell is here?
I turned back toward the door and as I tried to control my anger,
I gripped the handle and swung it open. Standing there on my doorstep, at
midnight, was Sara. She looked a little worse for wear but still stunningly
beautiful. Her eyes were red and puffy. There was no argument she’d been
crying.
“Sara, what are you doing here?” I was
despicable woman, my hatred for her was still as intense as the day I found out
she aborted my child.
“Go away, Cora. I’m not letting you in.” I walked away from the
intercom but she was relentless.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
“If you don’t let me in, Alek, I’ll stay out here and lay on the
horn, disturbing whatever neighbors you have.”
“What do you want? Why are you here?” I mumbled.
“Let me in so we can talk, then I’ll go if you still want me to. Please,
sweetheart.”
“Don’t fucking call me that,” I barked. I reached up and grabbed
my neck, pulling down to assuage the tension which was quickly building. If I
didn’t let her in, she would definitely cause a scene, which would only make
things worse. It was already almost midnight and I was fucking cranky and tired,
never mind a pulsating headache was already starting to rattle my brain.
Deciding to find out what she wanted, I pushed the button to open
the gate. The quicker I let her in, the quicker I could kick her out.
My doorbell rang thirty seconds later and I was instantly
enraged, mainly because she was forcing me to deal with my past. Seeing her
again was going to put me in a dark mood for a while to come, and I had enough
on my goddamn plate.
Looking back on my time with Cora, I realized I never truly loved
her, not like I loved Sara. There was simply no comparison. Which was why when
she cheated on me, I was able to cut ties without a second thought. But when I
found out she killed my child on purpose because I wouldn’t take her back, that
was the clincher which pushed me from not loving her to full-on hating her.
Ready to engage the crazy bitch, I flung open the front door. I
knew I looked like I was hit by a train, but I didn’t care. I was far from
trying to impress her. Hell, she was lucky I didn’t reach out and throttle her
right where she stood.
Our eyes connected but neither one of us spoke. I was instantly
hit with all of the bad memories of the last conversation we had. After a
minute of simply standing there and staring at each other, she decided my
rudeness was no longer tolerable. She smiled and pushed past my foreboding
body, entering my personal space.
I think I was still drifting between reality and drunken stupor,
the alcohol wearing off a little the more I was forced to be in Cora’s
presence.
After I shut the door, I turned around and realized I was only
half-dressed. I’d quickly thrown on my jeans which had been tossed over the
edge of the couch. They weren’t even buttoned all the way, for God’s sake.
She was busy taking in every facet of my home, her eyes widening
the more she looked around. She was definitely impressed. If she’d only kept
her legs closed, she could have had it all. But thankfully, she and my cousin
Cameron were cut from the same cloth. Her betrayal essentially forced me to find my one true love.
Sara.
My thoughts flitted to the woman who was going to hate me soon
enough.
“What do you want, Cora?” I pulled her attention to me, and it
was a mistake. The way she drank me in actually gave me chills. I hated I was
standing in front of her, shirtless and pants half-undone.
“I’ve come to win you back, sweetheart.” She took a step toward
me but I held up my hand. One look in my eyes and she knew she would be in for
it if she came any closer.
Teeth clenched and jaw squared tight, I yelled out again. “Don’t
fucking call me that, Cora.” My sudden rage startled her, and she took a step
back. As I was about to tell her there was no way in hell I would ever take her
back, my doorbell rang.
Now who the hell is here?
I turned back toward the door and as I tried to control my anger,
I gripped the handle and swung it open. Standing there on my doorstep, at
midnight, was Sara. She looked a little worse for wear but still stunningly
beautiful. Her eyes were red and puffy. There was no argument she’d been
crying.
“Sara, what are you doing here?” I was
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