She makes a terrible laugh, kind of like a witch. “Give me my phone.” She holds her hand out and I shake my head. She punches me in the arm and I laugh as she cries out, “Ouch! What are you made out of, steel? Damn it, Jason! Give me my phone and don’t tell me who I can and can’t talk to.”
I put her phone in my back pocket. “I’m not giving it back to you. And I will tell you who you can and can’t talk to. You need me in your life to help you straighten it out. Just like I need your help.”
The sound of a cat growling comes out of her mouth and she’s on me like a little spider monkey. Before I know what’s happened, she has her phone and is crawling off my lap.
“Thank you,” she says with a nice calm voice. “I don’t like not having my phone. It makes me anxious.”
Trying to make sure I still have all of my limbs intact, I run my hands all over myself. “You don’t say.”
“So, what did you tell Ryan?” She looks at me like she didn’t just attack me. “Because you know you had no right to do that.”
“You and I came to an agreement last night if you’ll recall. So I felt like I did have a right to tell him you’re off the market. And would you like to tell me what you told the woman in the lobby?” I brace myself for what she’s about to say.
“I didn’t tell her a thing. I felt sorry for her stupid ass, Jason.” She looks at me with sadness in her deep green eyes. “She thinks you two are getting married. How sad is that?”
I bite my lower lip. “Yeah, she’s not the only woman who thinks that. I’m kind of an ass that way. I don’t actually ask any of them. I do tell them I want to be exclusive because I don’t want them to be with anyone else. Some of them get the idea that one day we’ll get married.”
Her dark brows furrow. “You are a super asshole!”
“I am aware of that. But I try very hard not to hurt any of them. Telling them the truth that there is no real future is mean. Don’t you think it would be mean?” I look at her for some compassion.
She shakes her head, making her dark, silky waves crash around her shoulders. “What’s mean is lying to anyone, Baby. How do you not know that? I know your parents didn’t raise you to think lying was okay.”
I smile with her words because I made a phone call today and my parents were ecstatic to find out she and I were back together. “I called Mom today. She and Dad are very happy about us getting back together. They want us to make a visit soon. I bet your parents will be happy to have a visit from you too.”
She looks down and plays with the hem of her dress. “Are you?”
I know that look she has. “They can’t still be mad at me, can they?”
She nods and won’t look at me. “Apparently, the neighbors still bring up that night.”
“Fuck! I was a damn kid. When will I ever live that down? It’s not fair, Britt.” I take her by the shoulder to make her look at me. “You know it’s not fair.”
A couple of wrinkles form between her brows. “Who told you like was fair?”
I lay my head back on the seat and groan again. “So your parents are against this, huh?”
“Of course.”
Her answer, while honest, kind of hits me hard. “Why can’t you tell them you forgave me for all that crap?”
“Mostly because I haven’t,” she says them places her hand on my leg and runs it up and down. “I’m not a good liar. What I feel comes out.”
I find it hard to pull my head up to look at her but finally, I get it up. “If this is going to work, you have to forgive me for what I did to you when we were young.”
She cocks her head to the side. “Why do you think just because you tell me to forgive you that I can do that so quickly? It’s been a whopping twenty-four hours since you came back into my life. Things can’t happen that damn quickly, Jason. Sorry. And I’ll continue to tell you the truth. No matter how the fuck hard it is for you to take it.”
“How about just don’t say anything if it isn’t nice or positive? Leave that negative crap out.”
“That’s it, Jason!” she shouts as her hands fly up into the air. “You hate arguing! You hate having to look at your flaws and correcting them! I’ve figured you out. That’s why you have so many women, you can’t take the reality of life with one person. Being with one person means things get ugly sometimes. The truth gets told and you can’t take that.”
“You think you’ve figured me out this quickly?” I stare at her in disbelief. “I’m a little more complex than that.”
She rolls her eyes. “No, you are not. Men are pretty simple creatures and you are one of the simplest. Things get a little sticky with a situation, you change your situation. Plain, simple, and easy.”
“Okay, first thing. I told you no more rolling of the eyes. It makes you look like a giant brat. Second, I am not simple. I am a very complex man. All men are not simple and easy to figure out. I wouldn’t ever bother trying to figure me out if I were you. I’m not asking you to analyze me. Just love me.” I end my lecture with a kiss on her cheek. “By the way, I love you. I haven’t told you that since you left today. Do you have anything you’d like to tell me, Rosebud?”
I can tell she’s trying very hard not to roll her eyes at me but then they go soft as I gaze into hers and her words come out soft as her hands caress my cheeks. “I do love you, Jason.”
A smile comes all the way from my heart and moves over my face as she moves in and kisses me. But only for a brief moment. She pulls back and makes a terrible face.
“Oh, I forgot. I threw up,” I say and feel hot with embarrassment.
“Yuk! Why did you throw up?” she asks as she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. “What’s to drink in that little fridge there? I need to rinse this taste out of my mouth.”
I reach into the fridge and grab us both bottles of water. I open hers and hand it to her. “Here you go. And I’d rather not tell you why I threw up. It’s a thing I don’t want to recall at all.”
“Did it have to do with Ugly Ryan?” she asks them takes a drink and swishes it around her mouth.
I nod and do the same with my water. “Anyway, on to any other subject. Tell me about the awards ceremony and tell me how you’re taking me to all the rest of them you’re going to go to.”
She laughs. “Okay, about that. See, my agent is the one who called me this afternoon. And when she told me I had a mere three hours to get ready and get there, I freaked out. Josh has been going with me to these things for a while now. So instinct took me over when I went into panic mode.”
“Did you tell him about me?”
She fidgets and I know her answer.
How in the hell are we going to get rid of so many damn people who are in our lives so intimately?
Chapter 5
BRITTANY
Cuddled up in my bed after taking a nice, hot shower, Jason and I are settling into sleep. The day has been long and hard and neither of us is up to any more than holding each other and catching some z’s. I suppose we’re like some old couple already.
Feeling his chest rise and fall as I lie across it with his arm flung over my back, I think how this could be every night. A thing I haven’t wanted in the last six years is all I can think about now.
How can things change so damn fast?
His cell phone lights up on the nightstand. I reach out and pick it up and find he really is fast asleep. Along with the name of Pamela Watterson comes his app. Her picture comes up and so does a list of things I suppose he uses to keep track of who she is and what it is they do together.
I don’t answer it. I let the call go to voicemail on its own. What I do, however, is click his little app and see what all he has about her in it. He has the name he uses with her in the little file.
As I look around the app some more, I see where his phone can be tracked by it and I click that button that wasn’t clicked before. Putting his phone down, I pick mine up and search for the app he made.
I nearly crap when I see it co
sts one hundred and fifty bucks each month. But I want to keep track of his ass so I get it. When I enter his info and put in his phone number, I see a little green dot come up on the map.
Sure enough, it shows him at my address and I think what a great invention this really is. With this, I won’t have to guess if he’s lying to me. I will know without a doubt.
The only hard thing for me is that I’ll have to keep this information to myself and I am terrible at keeping things hidden. But I have to in order to find out if this man can really change that drastically.
There’s no reason to keep putting time into him if he’s only going to play me. I know I had no intention of getting married and settling down, anyway but since he does, or so he says, I need to know the truth about him.
He is a master liar after all. I don’t think guarding myself for the first little bit of our relationship is a bad thing. Not with a man like this one.
Looking through his phone again, I see the number of women he’s keeping track of and the number is staggering at forty-eight. And from a few different countries too.
There’s one from Mexico and in the notes, it says she doesn’t speak English. I wonder how he communicates with her then. He didn’t use to speak Spanish.
My heart starts a downward spiral as I look at one profile after another of the women who are part of his life now. Although with most he uses aliases, there are a few who he uses his real name with.
It’s hard to imagine that this is really the guy I knew when I was young. The man whose chest I’m lying across and whose holding me like he really cares about me, even in his sleep, is a man whose been living a lie for many years.
He can’t change. There’s no way. I know I’m setting myself up for failure with him. And I know I’m going to go through with this, anyway.
As I talked to that poor woman, I knew it would be me who has the greatest chance of getting Jason to see what he’s doing is wrong. First of all, I’m like the only one who knows the entire real him.
These women all think he’s some faithful man. A lot of them think one day he’ll marry them. That’s just not fair to them.
Even if it ends up hurting me in the end, I need to try to help Jason. I’m considering it a humanitarian effort. Someone has to step in and make the man feel some shame about lying to women.
A deep snore rattles his chest and I can see he’s really fallen into a deep sleep now and the alcohol is going to have him snoring. Rolling off him, I put my head on one pillow and use another to cover my head to muffle the loud sound.
I cannot believe I’m doing this. I must really love this man. This isn’t a thing I do.
I don’t sleep with anyone. Not since ending the very last relationship I had. I gave two more a shot after Jason. Both short-lived after catching them cheating.
With them, though, I ended it right away and no amount of begging and crying got either of them a second chance. I was done and after the third man cheated on me, I decided not to even attempt a normal relationship.
The men in my life now are easy to get along with and happy with any time I spend with them. Each one has been in my life for two to three years so all the kinks have been worked out.
They know I don’t deal with kinks so they don’t make any. And just like that, it hits me.
I sat there in the car earlier and told Jason about how he doesn’t deal with problems he has with people. I told him he just moves on to another situation and fuck if I don’t do the same thing.
Pulling the pillow off my head, I turn over and look at the man lying next to me. His arm is back up on his chest. His mouth is slightly open as he snores like a buzz saw.
The knowledge that I’m a hypocrite isn’t a thing I like to see in myself. I wonder if having a relationship with him will bring out any more things about myself I don’t like in other people.
Maybe he’s right. Maybe I do need him.
I laugh a little. No way! How in the hell is he going to help me?
His dark lashes flutter a little as he rolls over and the snoring stops. He’s turned my way, and he throws his arm over me and pulls me to him as he mumbles, “Come here, Britt.”
He pulls me until my body is up against his. He’s warm and there’s something about how he makes me do things that I usually hate in other men, but love in him.
Why is it that he can get away with things others can’t with me?
He’s gorgeous but I have a few gorgeous guys too. He’s all muscles. But I have one with almost as good a body as he has.
As I look all over Jason’s face, I realize he gets away with things others don’t because I love this jerk. I love the way his nose slightly flips up at the end. The way his jawline in only slightly squared.
I love the caramel color of his lips. The bottom one is bigger than the top. It’s the perfect mixture of hard on top and soft on bottom.
The way his bottom lip feels between my teeth is amazing. And that thought alone makes me hot for him.
That’s the other thing he does to me. No matter what, his touch makes me want him. That’s all he ever had to do when I caught him messing around. If he could catch me and hold me for only a moment or two, I’d be putty in his hands.
That’s the only reason the last time was the one that counted. I got on a plane and left. He couldn’t come knocking at my bedroom window and crying for me to let him in.
I remember one time I managed to stay away from him for three days after I caught him with someone else. We ran into each other in the grocery store. I turned to walk away from him as fast as my feet would take me.
He caught me and pulled me into his strong arms. The he whispered how sorry he was and how he loved me and would never do it again. And I left the damn store with him.
I was way too easy where he was concerned and it does occur to me I’m being way too easy again. Looking at his face makes my heart ache. No matter how hard I might try to walk away from him again, I know I can’t until he does something wrong.
Which I do think he’ll do. But damn it, I hope and pray he doesn’t. I want him so damn bad, it’s not logical.
I want to see a little boy running around our house who looks just like him. I want to see that face when it’s full of wrinkles and I bet I’ll still find it the best thing I’ve ever seen.
My world is in this man and I have no idea why. Without him, my heart has grown hard and cold. My mind has ruled my life.
If nothing else, hopefully, this time with him will heal me somehow. I didn’t realize I was so broken. Not until he came back into my life.
Back when I was young I had aspirations for my life. One day, I was going to have a family. Back then it was always Jason who I saw as the man I’d have a family with. He’d be the daddy, and I’d be the mommy and we’d be a happy family.
And somewhere inside me, I think it could really happen. He does seem to want to change. But then again, he always did before too.
I believed him every single time he told me he’d never cheat again. Every damn time I believed him.
Looking back, I can see how stupid I was. Stupid as hell over only this man right here. Maybe that’s my curse in this life.
At least I’m not stupid over every man. I have that going for me at the very least.
I should thank my lucky stars that the powers that be decided only one man would be my weakness. I could’ve been dealt a hand where all men were.
Time has been put into the men who now have tiny parts in my life. I wonder if this thing with Jason doesn’t work out if any of them will want anything to do with me again.
I’ve maintained with each of them that I do not want any kind of relationship as each one of them has asked me to give them a shot at something real with me. I’ve declined the numerous invitations to become a couple with all of them.
What will they think about me giving Jason this shot? What will happen if he cheats on me and I end it for good? Will any of my men be there for me? Or will they all hate me for being
a liar?
Because I suppose that’s how they’ll think of me after this. I told them all I would be single forever. I told each one of them I would never be in a serious relationship and not to take it personally.
Staying the night isn’t a thing I’ve done with any of them. And here it is the second night I’ve stayed with Jason.
And I cannot believe Ugly Ryan wanted to fight with Jason over me. I did not see him doing that. I really do need to make Jason apologize to the poor guy.
I’m no better than Jason is. He may be lying to those women and I may be telling the men in my life the truth but we’re both wrong. In different ways and in the same ways. We are both wrong.
Perhaps we can help each other and in the process create something good out of all the crap we’ve made out of our lives.
I cuddle back into Jason and close my eyes. Tomorrow is a new day and I think taking one day at a time is what I need to do.
It sounds good, anyway.
Chapter 6
JASON
Watching the cook as she makes us breakfast and the housekeeper as she cleans, I can see some very odd looks on their faces. Both were beyond surprised when I emerged from the bedroom.
The really odd part is that neither spoke to me. They nodded in acknowledgment but no words were uttered nor have been.
Sitting at the little breakfast nook table, I sip on some black coffee as Brittany taps away at her computer. Tired of waiting in silence, I ask, “So what do you say to a trip back home, Sweedoms?”
She looks up and makes a frowny face. “How about anywhere but there?”
“Because there is the perfect place to go. It’s been a while since you went back,” I take another sip of the hot coffee and wish like hell I was back at my place with my special cream I like to put in my coffee.
With a shake of her head, she says, “Nah. You can go if you want.”
I put the cup down and give her a look that only she will know. It’s my, I’m not taking no for an answer look. She almost rolls her eyes at me, but stops mid-roll.
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