Page 144 of Right Man, Right Time
“So hot, but when we were done, I saw this almost dead look in his eyes.”
“Really?” Ross asks. “What do you mean?”
“Like . . . he was upset that I seduced him, and I don’t know, it made me feel awful. Like, I assumed that once he finally had a taste of me, he’d give in to his feelings, but instead, he looked upset, pensive. I don’t know, I think I messed things up, and him wanting to talk is him wanting to call everything off.”
“Ah, I see,” Ross says. “Well, there’s only one way to find out.”
“Yeah, but I don’t want to find out. I just want to lie here, drink champagne, and believe I’m not about to get my heart ripped out of my chest.”
“You like him that much?” Ross asks.
I flop on my back and nod. “Yes, I like him that much.”
* * *
Silas:I know you’re busy with Ross, but I’d really like to talk with you.
I stare down at the text, my chest twisting in pain, my gut churning with uncertainty. Ross is currently taking a bath, enjoying every aspect of our suite as I sit here with a computer on my lap, attempting to write a story that I know Roberts will reject.
Knowing I need to text Silas back, I pick up my phone.
Ollie:Maybe we just save the conversation for when you get back.
I set my phone down but immediately see that he’s texting back, so I pick it back up.
Silas:I can’t wait to have this conversation.
My lip trembles as I stare up at the ceiling. Dammit. Yup, he wants to break things off.
I’m so stupid.
The sauna idea was so stupid.
Pushing him too hard was so stupid.
Because look where it’s gotten me. Instead of slowly trying to win him over and make him feel comfortable, I’ve created chaos in his life, and now he wants to get rid of that chaos.
Ollie:Well, I’m busy at the moment. Maybe we can talk later, okay?
I flip my phone face down and ignore the buzz from his text as I focus on my article. Come on, be intelligent, Ollie. Write something intelligent.
Don’t focus on the fact that Silas is about to destroy your heart.
* * *
“I could get used to this,”Ross says as he picks up another Danish from the Danish basket. “Room service was created by someone who loves people, truly, from the depth of their souls loves people. Who doesn’t like to laze about their room, with an impeccable view, I might add, and eat pastries from a basket?”
Taking a sip of my coffee, I offer him a smile.
I got no sleep last night—absolutely none. I received a few more text messages from Silas, but I left them unanswered because I honestly can’t handle the emotions swirling through me. I’ve done everything, and I mean everything, to get this man to give in to his feelings and give me a chance, but I’ve failed every step of the way, and that’s . . . that’s embarrassing.
I honestly thought I had a chance at being with him, that I could change his mind, but at the end of the day, when it all comes down to him letting go of his past and moving forward with me, he won’t do it.
And I know he doesn’t like Sarah anymore—he’s told me that several times—but she still controls him. She still has the upper hand, and I can’t compete with that. I’ll never be able to.
I just don’t want to hear him tell me that we’re done. I’ll be crushed, and I’m not sure I’m ready for that.
“You know, I can see that you’re trying to act like everything is okay, but I can tell it’s not,” Ross says.
