Chapter 30
Shelby
The door slams in my face, and all I can do is stand here stunned. To be honest, I don't blame him one bit. I tell him I can't date him, and the next minute, I'm walking out of the pub with a guy. The minute Sergio said the word date, I knew this was not going to end well.
When I called his name, and he ignored me, I knew that he was hurt. Fuck, if the roles were reversed, I would have kicked him in the balls and turned away. The whole time over to his house, all I could see was the look on his face. The look of hurt, but then he masked it for me not to see it, but when he swung the door open, there was no denying what that look was. It was heartbreaking to see. It broke me knowing that I'm the one who caused this.
I get in the car, and the rage rips through me. "Fuck!" I shout, and my car pulls up to the house. I get out of the car, not even bothering to turn it off because I'm not going to be here long. I stomp up the steps and press the bell, and the whole time, the hurt in me turns to anger.
I hear footsteps come closer to the door, and I stand tall. He opens the door. "Shelby," he says, shocked and surprised.
"Why did you do it?" I ask the question that I asked all night long. "Why cheat on me?"
He puffs out, shocking me. "Please, like you give a shit," he hisses, and I'm the one shocked. "How was our honeymoon?" His head advances. "With Ace," he sneers. I'm about to answer him, but he doesn't stop there. "Bet you enjoyed it with him better, didn't you?" I take a second to listen to his words. "Why can't you be more like Ace?" he mimics what I said to him once. "Why can't you support me the way Ace does?" His voice starts to go higher, and I laugh.
"I'm sorry, what?" I put my hand to my head, shaking it. "You're jealous." It all makes sense now. "You're jealous of Ace."
"Why, because he makes more money than me?" The venom coming out of his mouth . . . I'm shocked that I never saw it. He never ever showed me this side of him. "Why, because he got his dream job, and I have to kiss everyone's ass to succeed?" He stands up straight. "He may have all those things, but what I have is charm." I want to laugh at him. "I fucked every single one of his girlfriends from high school to college to you and then to Sheila. You know why, because I could and because I'm better than him."
I can't help but laugh out loud. "You are so wrong," I inform him. "He's worth more than you are, and you know that. Deep down inside, you know that you are nothing compared to him. It's why it eats you up inside. It's probably why you went after me. To get to him." I can't help but put my hands on my head and laugh. "It all makes sense now. Lying to me about you being the one who kissed me." His face goes white now, shocked that I know. "Yeah, I found out."
"So, what?" He folds his arms over his chest. "Big flipping deal I lied about kissing you. You were so busy trying to ride Ace's dick you didn't even know the difference."
"Trust me, anyone who was with either of you knows the difference." I look at him and down at his cock. "He beats you in more ways than one." I turn, walking away from him. "Oh, by the way," I say, stopping and turning around. "Thank you." I tilt my head to the side and smile at him sweetly.
"For what?" he says, leaning against the doorjamb.
"For fucking Sheila." I smirk at him. "I have to say, though, not sure why she kept coming back for more when she had Ace at home." I turn around and hold up my hand, wiggling my fingers. "Bye-bye, one-minute man."
I get into the car at the same time as he slams his door. I put my car in drive and make my way over to my mother's house, knowing they’ll be there waiting. I am not wrong. When I show up and step out of the car, they are sitting on the porch.
"She doesn't look that mad," Clarabella says, getting up from her chair.
"She looks pissed AF," Presley declares from beside her. "It was her idea." She points at Clarabella, who just hits her hand.
"It was both of us," Clarabella says, "but it was Presley who accepted the date with Sergio." She points at Presley, who slaps her hand.
"Do you guys know what you did to me today?" I ask. "By putting me in that situation." I look at them.
"Oh, come on, don't be so dramatic." Clarabella folds her arms over her chest. "It wasn't so bad."
"He could have been a serial killer," I point out to them.
Presley rolls her eyes. "His profile picture is him with a kitten. I hardly say that screams serial killer."
"Have you not watched Don't Fuck With Cats?" I counter, my heart rate starting to go back up again. "You guys crossed the line today." I shake my head. "And to top it all off, Ace caught me on this 'date.'" I use air quotes. The pain in my chest is almost unbearable.
"So what?" Presley says, confused, putting her hands on her hips.
"So what?" I shriek, throwing my arms in the air. "It's not just so what." My breath is starting to come in pants. I lean down and put my hands on my knees while I look up at them, trying to get my breathing under control. "It's more than so what."
"And why is that?" Clarabella asks with a smirk on her face. I shouldn't just blurt this out. I should wait until I talk to Ace before I say anything. But if it wasn't for these two morons, I wouldn't be having a fucking panic attack in the middle of my mother's walkway.
"Because we had sex." I finally throw my hands up in the air, putting my head back and taking a deep breath of air.
"A-ha, I knew it," Presley says. "That glow was a tan," she mimics my words. "My fucking ass that glow was I got laid and laid good." She points at me.
"Yeah, well, I did," I admit and swallow. "It was better than good. It was out of this fucking world." My arms flail around me. "There is no number to do it justice."
"Forgive me," Clarabella says, holding up her hand. "But I don't see the big issue in all of this."
I glare at her, and with my teeth clenched, I tell her, "He wanted to date me, and then I said no because it was too soon." My hands fist at my sides as I say it.
"How can it be too soon?" Clarabella asks. "The minute small dick cheated on you, it was fair game."
"I just didn't want it to seem like I jump from guy to guy," I finally snap. "Which is why I told him no." My heart starts to speed up again, and my chest tightens when I think about it.
"Well, that isn't our fault," Presley says while Clarabella nods. "That's your fault." She points at me. "This is a you problem and not a we problem." She points at her and then at Clarabella. "We were just trying to help."
"You want to help?" I tell them. "Help me win back my man."