Chapter 130
There are only a few lights on, the most of them hanging above the bar top where a single bartender stands, polishing a glass in his hand with a dirty rag. I hold back and contain the look of discussed on my face, not wanting to give away what it is that I am feeling in that moment.
Michael guides us towards the bar, waving the man over. He orders himself a drink, and then looks at me with a raised eyebrow. I shake my head and keep hold of the strap of my bag, my fingernails digging into the material of the strap.
I remain silent and watch as Michael waits for his drink, double shots of vodka over rocks, and watch as he takes his first sip of the alcohol, satisfied groan leaving his mouth. He turns to look at me, his lips pressing into a thin line.
“I’m still in love with you, Emily,” Michael admits. My body goes numb. “I want you to come back to me. I can forgive you for this…calculated outburst with Logan. You’ll have security with me, you know that, and I will never leave your side when you come back.”
“When I come back,” I scoff at the word and roll my eyes. “I’m not going to do that. You aren’t worthy of my time or love.”
“I can give you so much more than he can, though,” Michael immediately retorts, taking a step closer to me, I take one step back. “you know that we were happy together. I was an idiot for allowing you to slip through my fingers. I never should have gotten into bed with Chloe in the first place.”
“That is common sense, I fear,” I try my best to hide the bitterness in my voice, the way, the anger that I felt towards the situation slowly wakes up from its slumber, making me irritated and angry all over again. “you should never cheat on somebody you claim to love.”
“But I do love you,” Michael sighs, exasperated.
“No you-”
I am suddenly cut off by the feeling of his lips on mine. There is a flash to the side of us, something that registers that I truly am in reality, and not some sick nightmare that my body has placed into the form of a daydream. I immediately shove my off of me my mind running a mile a minute.
“Why did you do that?” I ask, my heart pounding inside of my chest, unable to fully breathe properly as I speak.
“Ever since you left, I have felt so alone in this world. I just need to know what your lips felt like against mine again,” Michael quietly sighs.
“I hate you,” I forced the words out of my mouth, my eyes suddenly watery from tears that I refuse to let fall. Tears for a man that I refuse to dignify or put any more time and effort into after this moment.
I storm out of the bar, my skin and body feeling so dirty after the encounter with Michael. I just feel so used and betrayed right now. In this moment, unable to fully wrap my head around what just happened.
I pull out my phone. My instinct to contact Logan kicks in, my fingers taking me to his contact, my index finger hovering over
the call button. I hesitate.
No… I should not do this. This will only anger logan and will make things much more worse for me. For us.
I draw my hand away from the phone. I begin to slowly walk down the sidewalk, putting as much distance between me and the bar as possible, trying to figure out a way to reconcile with the fact that I can no longer have Michael in my life, whether he is an enemy or not.
