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I turn and wipe my tears as I walk over to the rental. I get in and drive away while he watches me leave with tears running down his cheeks. He made his bed; this is what he wanted, so I wouldn't feel guilty for getting the closure I desperately needed to fully let Travis into my heart.
My phone rings again, bringing me back, and I look to see Travis calling again.
I look at Shane, and he gives me a small smile and says, "He'll understand."
I sigh and nod my head because he will. That's what I love most about Travis; he understands me and knows I need to wrap my head around everything, and I know he has demons, too, so he won't judge my past. With that thought in mind, I start walking towards the doors when they open, and two men walk out chatting and smiling, and I swallow hard. I recognize one of them from the BBQ: Gunner, and the Man next to him could be his twin, shit, Butch.
Double shit.
I look towards Shane, and he gives me a nod to keep going in.
I take a deep breath and continue walking forward. They both look up when they hear me and freeze, but I ignore them and head towards the door.
"Melanie"
I turn my head slightly when I'm near the door to see Butch looking at me, but I just shake my head at him and continue to walk inside the clubhouse, refusing to deal with him right now—the Man who actually fathered me but chose his marriage over his innocent child! Don't get me wrong, I understand he loves his wife and son, but if she loved him just as much, she would have stood by him no matter what. But instead, he took the easy way out, and I was abused until I left for college.
I get to the big room but don't see anyone, and I frown, looking around.
Travis hadn't shown me around at the BBQ; I left before he could, so I needed to figure out where to go. I look towards the back door, thinking about checking out there when a woman with ginger hair comes out of a door near the bar. She raises her brows at me before an evil gleam enters her eyes, making me step back a little.
"Your Daggers woman, right?"
I do not like the amusement in her voice right now. She has the same bitchy attitude as Cassidy. I nod anyway to her question; we've been together for three months now, and I won't let her make me feel crappy because this woman has evil written all over her.
She grins wide and says, "Well, it's nice to meet you. He's in his office, just down the hallway here, 3rd door on the right; it should be unlocked."
She points to behind her, and I nod again and thank her with suspicion, lacing my voice before going down the hallway, all while she smiles.
Something sour sits in my mouth, and I feel like she just set me up to hurt me on purpose. In my gut, I know. I do know; it doesn't matter how much I try to convince myself that he knows me and knows I need time, I know.
I haven't spoken to him for two weeks, and we haven't had sex yet because I'm not ready, so I know what's waiting for me behind that door; I can feel it in my gut. It will kill me, but I need to see it to believe it. I need to see the Man I'm in love with cheating on me because, let's face it, that would just be the cherry on top of the cake with everything else that's going on.
I take a deep breath and walk to the third door on the right. I hear a female's muffled moan and a male's groan, and a few tears spill down my cheeks, and I quickly wipe them.
Like I said, I knew.
I take another deep breath and slowly open the door as quietly as possible.
When I open it enough to fit my head in, I take a look and see my Man, the Man I love, sitting back in his desk chair, head back and eyes closed as pleasure washes over him, while some woman who is dressed for a street corner is rubbing her thighs together while she sucks him off. We make eye contact, and a satisfied gleam enters her eyes. She's happy I saw this, and she's making it perfectly clear that he'll always stray and go to her, which is probably true.
I nod before I quietly shut the door and head back out, unwilling to fall apart just yet.
No, I'll do that at home.
I rush back through the clubhouse the way I came while the bitch smirks at me as I run past her.
When I return to the gate, Shane frowns, standing up from his seat while I quickly wipe away a tear.
I turn to him and rasp, "I was never here, please."
He furrows his brows in confusion before realization comes across his face, and pain for me shines through his eyes. He nods his head as anger takes over his body, anger for me, and I kiss his cheek before I leave without looking back.
It doesn't take me long before I arrive back at my apartment, and as soon as the door is shut, my tears fall hard and fast. My sobs wrack my body while I slide down my front door as images of his pleasure-filled face enter my mind while she's on her knees for him.
Pain, like no other, fills me, and I can't breathe.
I knew I shouldn't have given him a chance; he had heartbreak written all over him, and I still went there knowing this. I thought we connected; I thought he'd be the one.
