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304 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 2019
Apparently, he’d already been on a ‘date’ with Lauren Proctor – and we all knew what sort of date that would be.
Fucking hell, Amy Brown said yes to going for a pizza with me. Get in!
I threw her a glare and continued up the driveway, feeling my intestines knotting themselves together at the prospect of seeing Elijah again. It had been over five years,
He was a landscape gardener and once upon a time, we’d dreamed of going into business together –
“She’s my wife,” Elijah said, standing next to Tino and staring directly at me. “At least she was, until she ran away five years ago.”
She never once looked at another boy or man in all the years we were together.
“This will be nothing like old times,” she snapped. “Because this time I won’t be falling for your lies.”
was going to see him after five years. The first time since I’d found him in bed with fucking Lauren Proctor.
He laughed again, and I almost ended the call, I was getting pissed off with his constant jibe that Mia, my girlfriend, was boring. Okay, so she was an accountant, but she shouldn’t have been judged for it.
“I suppose finding your fairly new husband in bed with another woman can do that to you.”
“Don’t worry about it mate, I’m being stupid. What’s done is done. We’re divorced and I have Mia; time to move on.”
I looked down at the ornate heart tattoo on my chest, it was the one I’d had for her and the one I had never considered getting rid of, even when things had started to get serious with Mia.
Sweet Mia had never questioned it and accepted the tattoo as part of me.
Problem was, when that thought entered my head, my guilt about Mia stabbed at my temples and gave me a damn headache. She was a sweet girl and I loved her, but it wasn’t that all-consuming, tightening of the gut, tugging on my nuts kind of love that I’d felt for Amy.
So, you know what Amy, that’s it. No more. You don’t believe me, will never believe me, and its time I started living the life I should have been for the last five years. And one more thing,” he said, curling his lip and giving me a look full of disdain. “Next time you fancy a show, go on a ladies’ night, because I’m not yours to watch anymore.”
As Mia moved over me, dropping kisses down my chest, I let out a moan. My dick was hard and every inch of my skin felt sensitive. “Mia,” I whispered. “Shit, babe.” “Is that nice?” she asked, giving me a little smirk. “Nice isn’t the word,” I gasped, arching my back.
She was gorgeous and sweet and I had just treated her like she didn’t matter, when she did. She mattered to me a lot, I just needed to remember that a little more often. “Why don’t you stay over,” I suggested. A light came in her eyes. “You sure?”
Mia was in the shower while I made us a late breakfast. I’d been horny enough and relaxed enough to have sex with her when we woke, without a single thought of Amy.
What does matter is that Amy had issues with Lauren and finding her naked, on top of you didn’t help matters.”
“I think Mia moving in here would be a great idea.” “Oh my God, really?”
“I’m going to see if Isaac can cover my heart tattoo.”
“Yeah I know,” I replied. “But I guess it’s time I moved on.”
As I came out of Isaac’s studio and approached the reception desk, I blew out a breath of relief. I’d made a decision and that was final.
“No, because I can’t move on. I don’t want to move on – not just yet. I just need a little more time.”
“If you can’t move on, what do you do about Mia?” “I love Mia.” I frowned at him. He knew I loved her.
I definitely loved her, but if I’d loved her the right way, I wouldn’t be craving my ex-wife and it was driving me insane that all my waking thoughts were starting to be about her.
“It’s in the past,” I replied. “He’s moved on and he seems happy now.”
As we moved past Elijah, Sam, and the group of girls, I held onto my friend’s arm for support, and when I heard someone ask the girl if it was this weekend she was moving in with Elijah, I almost crumpled into a heap. Rachel held me tight and guided me outside, and wrapped her arms around me while I cried, waiting for Adam to arrive.
I had wanted to kiss her so badly, I could practically taste her lips on mine, feel her tongue against mine. I was a thirsty man and at that moment I could only imagine Amy quenching that thirst.
I almost did it too, and then I saw Mia coming into the club and it shocked me back to reality.
I’d only had sex a handful of times since I’d left Elijah and that had been with a guy in my second year in London. Seb had worked in menswear at the store and we’d gone out for a couple of months, but when he left his toothbrush over at my flat and talked about us taking a holiday together, I knew I had to end things with him.
My stomach roiled as I listened to the soft snoring beside me, wondering why on earth I’d allowed myself to fall into bed with Finlay.
I was also struggling with the fact that now I was back, Mia was desperately trying to pin me down to a date for her to move in. It wasn’t that I didn’t want her to, I just wasn’t sure I wanted it yet, but I didn’t have the heart or the balls to tell her it’d all been a mistake when she’d heard me talking to Sam about it.
Mia didn’t deserve to be treated as though she didn’t mean anything to me - she did. She was important to me and I loved her.
I saw them – Elijah and Mia, holding hands and carrying a couple of bags each. Mia was talking animatedly to him and he was listening intently, his head slightly cocked towards her, with a smile on his face.
“I do want her to move in. I wouldn’t have asked her otherwise,” I said, pinching the bridge of my nose.
“Doesn’t matter how it came about, it’s what I want. I love Mia and want her to move in with me.”
She loved me deeply, I knew she did, she’d been the first to say it and said it all the time. I, however, was a little more guarded and hadn’t told her until a month after she’d said the words. It wasn’t that I hadn’t been feeling it, but I’d felt cautious after Amy, even though it had been over four years since she’d gone.
There was no doubt that Mia brought light into my life, but how could I have possibly loved Amy if this petite, dark-haired, pretty woman, with her smiley face and giggle could make me forget so easily.
“It means, calm the fuck down or Mia will want to know what your problem is. Telling her you’re fucking raging with jealousy over your ex-wife is not a good start to domestic fucking bliss,” he hissed.
As Mia threw her handbag onto the passenger seat of her car, I let out a long sigh, watching her and wondering when she’d be back.
I was worried for her, but I was also worried for us. We were still getting used to living together and weeks apart would only serve to stall things. That scared me, because deep down, I knew our relationship had moved to a place I wasn’t really ready for, but had been too much of a pussy to admit.
She was beautiful and sweet and loved me and I loved her and there really shouldn’t be any doubt in my mind, but I couldn’t help feeling that maybe this would be a good thing.
“I love you,” she whispered against my lips. “I love you too and I’ll miss you.” Because I did and I would.
Mia had been with her mum for almost two weeks, and I was miserable.
Looking up into her eyes, I willed Amy to reject the call. I wanted to ignore Mia, wanting to spend more time with my ex-wife. My girlfriend was hundreds of miles away, I hadn’t seen her for almost a month, yet talking to Amy was all I could think about.
I had no idea why I wasn’t ready. Leon was attractive and sexy and I was turned on during our make-out sessions, but sex wasn’t on my plan just yet. I’d slept with Seb almost straight away and there’d been the disastrous one-night thing with Finlay before we decided to be friends, but that was all both relationships were – sexual.
“I was happy until you came back. At least I thought I was.”
We kissed passionately, a feverish mix of desire, need, and longing, desperate to satisfy the hunger for each other. It was bliss and felt as though we’d never been apart. Every sweep of Elijah’s tongue, the feel of his lips, the pressure of his mouth on mine, it was a beautiful memory brought back to life.
“At your house?” “Mia isn’t there, she’s looking after her mum.” My heart halted. Thudding to an emergency stop. “You’re still with her? You’re still living together?” Elijah leaned in and kissed the tip of my nose. “Technically.” Pure, unadulterated anger burst forth at his words.
“Until you let slip that you were still with your girlfriend, who lives with you.” “I didn’t know that you knew Mia lived-.” “Yes, well I fucking did, which makes this worse, you thought you were hiding it from me!”
“I wasn’t hiding it. I just didn’t know you knew.” “Well, I do and you led me to believe that you were over.”
“But you have a girlfriend. How do you think that makes me feel, especially considering Lauren Fucking Proctor?”
“She’s been away for weeks,” I started, desperate to explain. “Oh, so you’re feeling neglected and thought a quick hook up with the ex-wife might fill the gap.”
“No,” I cried. “Don’t be so fucking stupid. I was an idiot for not talking to Mia first, but I wasn’t sure how you were going to react-.”
“I was just a damn backup plan, wasn’t I?” Amy sobbed as big, fat tears rolled down her face. “Actually change that, Mia was a backup plan in case I wasn’t the sure thing you thought I’d be.”
I don’t love Mia like I love you. I will never love her like I love you.
“I so wanted this, Elijah,” she said, her voice hard. “It was all I could think of, us getting back together. I was willing to forget and maybe even part of me believed you,” she sniffed. “But you’ve just proved to me that we can never happen. Too many years have gone by, too much has happened and you lied to me again, at a point when I really needed to believe and trust you. You spoiled what should have been one of the best moments in my life, in our lives, but you ruined it, Elijah. You just ruined it.” Her tears were coming fast and strong
It was time to move on with my life – without Amy, no matter how much it broke my heart.
I was still reeling from it all, from his declaration that he still loved me to the fact that he was still living with his bloody girlfriend. I could not believe he would have cheated on the poor girl, never mind string me along.