Page 29 of Whisper Sweet Nothings
Actually, I was the opposite of selfish when it came to this man. I’d stayed with him much longer than I should have.
He’d been unkind and, I suspected, unfaithful.
I’d paid his bills and left him everything that we’d purchased together, even though I’d paid for most everything we had.
So I was done engaging.
I set my phone down and stared at the TV in hopes he’d go away.
I opened my Kindle and started reading and ignored the next dozen angry texts from Jaden.
My eyes grew heavy, and I set the Kindle beside me to rest my eyes.
And I let the darkness take me.
I felt a hand graze mine, and I startled, sitting up with a jolt.
“Hey, hey, it’s just me. I was just setting your Kindle and your phone on the table,” Archer said, his words slurring a little bit, and he looked good.
Really good.
His hair was a bit tousled, and he had this lazy smile on his face.
Plump, kissable lips. A little bit of scruff along his chiseled jaw.
“Your phone keeps vibrating,” he said, glancing down at the screen as his eyes widened. “Who the hell is this?”
My phone was locked, but the first few words of a text from Jaden showed on the screen.
Jaden
You’re a selfish fucking bitch.
I took my phone from him. “Sorry. That’s my charming ex-husband. He’s a real peach, isn’t he?”
I got out of bed, taking my Kindle and my phone with me, and he followed me out to the living room area.
“I thought you were divorced?”
“We are.”
“Yet he texts you shit like this?” he asked as he sat on the couch and patted the space beside him for me to sit.
“Not every day, but sometimes. He gets drunk and angry, and he’s got a gift for rage-texting.” I dropped to sit beside him as I rubbed my eyes, since I’d just been in a deep sleep.
“Block him.”
“I did. But then his mom called me and asked me to unblock him. She promised he’d stop harassing me.”
“And he hasn’t. Shame on her for asking that of you. You gave it a shot, and he didn’t change. You should block the asshole.”
He was right. Meredith would have to understand. She shouldn’t have gotten involved. I clicked on his name, blocked him, and held up my phone to show him.
“I agree. He’s blocked.”
“Good girl,” he said, his voice deep and gruff. My body responded, and I quickly jumped to my feet.
It was dark and late, and things suddenly felt—too close.
