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“I told you not to call her that,” I bit out and she took a step back. “Miranda, you don’t know me, and you don’t know Liam; you know money. I’m not an idiot. Yes, I’m retiring soon and yes, I will be getting paid a whole shitload of money. I already gave you all that I had before, but you just couldn’t wait, so you left me. Thank God you did, because I wouldn’t have met her.” I pointed to the door, my heart ached as I realized how much I wanted Naomi.
I fell in love with her. And I knew that—that was why it scared me so much. That was why I’d drawn a line between us. That was why I ran away.
“I really don’t give a fuck about what is happening in your marriage, and to be quite frank with you, I don’t care if you do get divorced. It won’t be the first time. You’re a survivor, so you probably have plan C, since A and B didn’t work out.” I put my hands together and leaned down, trying to say this in the kindest words I could.
“I will say this the best way I know how,” I whispered, and her eyes had a crazy look in them as if she couldn’t believe I was the one telling her all of this. “Get the fuck out of my house and my life. I don’t love you anymore. I loved you then and gave it all to you, but this time, you don’t deserve any of me or any of my work. She does.” I smiled, and Miranda released a surprised squeak.
“Y-you surely don’t mean that.” She took hesitant steps toward me, and I nodded.
“I absolutely do. Get out.” I walked to the door and opened it for her. “While I’m still being nice, I wouldn’t want your husband to bail you out of jail. There might still be something to save in your marriage. Go try again.”
Miranda quietly grabbed her bag and left my apartment, hopefully with the same fucking balls she came in with.
As I closed my door, it felt like I could finally breathe, and a big boulder was lifted off my shoulders.
Tomorrow, I would try to talk to Naomi and get her back.
I need her.
Chapter 23
Naomi
I should have taken today off. I am exhausted. It was definitely a filled weekend, and I was the one that was left feeling stupid.
When I got home, late in the night, I found Dad and Mia watching TV. Dad’s first instinct was to run to whoever got me crying because he didn’t know I was actually sneaking around with Alexander, but thankfully Mia told him to leave me alone for a while.
I was able to go to my room and cry it out the rest of the night, tirelessly beating myself up for ruining whatever it was we were in. But was it so wrong of me to actually want more from the relationship? Everything he had done so far—the way he had behaved around me—had led me to believing that we could possibly have more than we had.
And boy was I wrong! I’d finally met Miranda, and finally understood his hesitance. She was beyond gorgeous, and I did not hold a candle to her stature. I searched the internet for the dress she wore because I knew I had seen it somewhere before.
It was a Dolce & Gabbana floral dress from their latest summer collection. Her glossy red heels looked extremely expensive, and the woman had an amazing, small body. The dress framed her well, even though it wasn’t hugging every curve she had, but it was perfect on her.
Looking down at my chest and unconsciously lifting them up, I sighed as I let them go, groaning as they bounced a little. I stared at the ceiling.
Maybe I should get a boob reduction.
They suited each other. Seeing her holding onto his arm for dear life was a wake-up call. What the hell was I thinking going to his house, hoping we could speak about it? Of course he didn’t want me because he was still holding on to the possibility of getting back with Miranda one day.
And now that I was out of his life, I had definitely made the process easier. She looked like the kind of woman who knew how to spend money. Spending all her days in clubhouses, midi dresses for lunch, ankle length dresses for dinner. Every occasion, she would probably have a new hairstyle, done by a hairstylist. Her makeup would also be done by a makeup artist.
She would not lack anything, nor would he. They would be perfect together. Compared to her, I was the type of person who would wear the same outfit to both lunch and dinner, and would only want to have an outing once in several months.
I didn’t suit him at all, nor did my looks. I hated bright red lipstick because it looked like I was bloated whenever I wore it, but on her soft pale skin, it made her look bold and confident.
She was everything I was not, and that was perfectly fine. Alexander and I weren’t anything serious.
It made no difference sitting here and thinking about it. I would only dampen my mood. As I got up, I grabbed my cup, deciding coffee would lift my spirits… but what I really needed was a large glass of wine to drown in and I would be okay.
I couldn’t drink yesterday because I had work today, and I was regretting it. My head had been aching ever since I parked my car right next to his parking spot. The way we had met was now hilarious to me, but I doubt it meant anything to him.
Fuck, he was such an unbearable person to be around then… but we’d made it work.
“Naomi?” My lips dropped as I noticed him in front of me. Was I smiling just now? “May we please talk?” What was the point of pleading if you were going to pull me into my office either way?
I placed my mug on my desk and sat down on the couch. As usual, he locked my office door, but this time it wasn’t for anything pleasurable, and all it did was cause my heart to sting. I didn’t want to be in here with him.
“What happened yesterday—it isn’t what you think,” he started off, and I honestly did not think anything of it. All I thought of was how perfect she was—her gorgeous blonde locks wavy and kept shoulder length, her striking blue eyes and her posture so daring. If I was still the same Naomi from four years ago, I definitely would have been intimidated by her, and maybe that was why I thought they suited each other.
