Sobs rake through my body, making my shoulders shake as the tears fall from my eyes. I should have known I didn’t deserve to feel that kind of happiness.
Chapter 42 - Clay
No words can explain the hurricane of emotion inside me right now. My blood feels like fire in my veins as I try to understand what just happened.
The look on Val’s face when she put up her hands and walked away from me was pure hurt and anger and betrayal. If she’d only given me a second, I could explain!
For the second time, that woman, that black-haired snake, slithered her way into my life and left me holding my heart in my hand with a hole in my chest. Except this time it’s not just me she’s hurt, it’s Val.
The waiter walks up to the table with two steaming plates of pasta and all of a sudden I realise where I am. I look around and see the sideways glances from the tables around me. I’m naked and exposed.
It’s not true! I want to scream. I’m not that kind of guy!
The plates are dropped in front of me and the waiter hovers awkwardly.
“Will the lady be coming back?” he asks tentatively.
I look up at him in a daze.
“I’ll just get the bill please.”
“No problem. Would you like this food to take away?”
“No, just the bill.” I can’t eat right now. I can’t think, I can’t talk. I’m not even sure if I’ll be able to stand.
Just when I thought I had Val back, when my heart was singing just looking at her across from me, she was ripped away from me again.
I need to fix this.
My heart is beating faster, I’m frantic.
I need to explain.
I need to tell her everything. Tell her what happened before.
I need her to listen.
I can’t lose her. I can’t go back to the way things were! She’s shown me how good things can be, what happiness tastes like.
It tastes like her.
I pay the bill and get out.
Stumbling, frantic, panicking, I make my way towards her. I need to talk to her. I run up the stairs to her apartment and bang on her door.
“Val! Valerie! Please open the door!”
“Go away!” The words sound like they’re coming from just the other side of the door. Her voice, her beautiful voice sounds strained and choked. A knife passes through my heart like hot butter at the thought that I did this to her, I made her feel like this.
No, I didn’t. Caroline did.
“Val, please,” I plead to the door, my voice softer. “The things she was saying weren’t true. I can tell you everything.”
I hear shuffling on the other side of the door and the lock scrapes open. My heart beats faster and I feel a tendril of hope sparking inside me. The door flies open and there she is.
Her eyes are red, her cheeks blotchy. The tears are still streaming down her face and my heart breaks all over again. Her pain shoots through me and almost knocks me down. My arms are aching for her, I just want to wrap myself around her and make it better. She speaks before I can.
“Leave.” Her bottom lip is shaking violently but her voice is low and firm. My heart drops like a stone.
“What?”
“Leave, and don’t come back.”
“Val, just let me explain.”
“I told you, Clay. I’m sick of your explanations. You’ve made a fool out of me one too many times. So you can make me come, so what!” she spits the words at me. “You’re a player, and congratulations, you’ve played me. Don’t come back.”
The door slams and locks with a finality that knocks me back.
Just like that, she’s gone. I’ve lost her.
Somehow I make it home. I have no idea how, I can’t remember getting here.
She’s gone. I’ve lost her.
Chapter 43 - Valerie
I wake up with the sun streaming through my open blinds. For a couple blissful seconds before I’m fully awake I don’t remember what happened last night. I bring my hands up to rub my eyes. I realise they’re almost swollen shut and then the tidal wave of emotion rushes back to me and kicks me down.
I try to rub my eyes and coax them open. The bright sunlight is almost like a slap in the face. How dare the sun shine when I feel like I’ve fallen into the deepest, darkest hole on earth.
Thank goodness it’s Sunday and I don’t need to go to work today.
I scrape myself up and swing my legs over the side of the bed. My whole body is sore. I simultaneously feel like I’ve run a marathon and like have the worst hangover of my life. I groan as I try to convince my legs to work.
My room is a mess. Discarded clothes from last night and towels from our shower are littered around the room, taunting me. Reminders that he was here. Reminders of the few blissful hours we had together before it all came crashing down.
Ignorance is bliss, as they say.
I can’t ignore it any longer. I know who he is, what he is. I need to move on. I had a good life before him, and I can have a good life after him.
My good life before him was good except for the thing that drove me to him in the first place. I wonder if my newfound ability to climax is gone with him. I feel the tears welling up when I think about losing him, his companionship, his smile, his sex.
My heart hardens. I need to stop thinking like that. If I let him in again I’ll only be betrayed again.
I wander through my apartment over to the kitchen. I’m on autopilot when I put on some coffee and then walk over to my purse, still sitting on the floor next to the door where I dropped it last night.
My phone has one message. It’s from him.
I need to talk to you.
I don’t really give a shit what you need, I think to myself. How about what I need! I need to not feel like a fool. I need to feel like I’m not being led on by some guy who is amused by me for some reason. She was right when she called me his plaything.
The anger flashes through me and starts another avalanche of emotions. I’m about to succumb to it, to let myself crumple up into a ball again and cry myself dry when my phone buzzes again.
I almost hurl it across the room without looking at it. I can’t talk to him! Can’t stand the thought of him pestering me again! Just leave me alone!!
Emma’s name flashes on the screen and my anger subsides.
You okay?
Two simple words that break me down. No, I’m not okay. I’m pretty fucking far from okay. I’m on the floor again. I’m sick of crying, sick of feeling broken and empty.
I wish Clay was here. It makes me sick to admit it. I’m weak, but oh how I wish I could snuggle into his arms and hear his heartbeat. The thought of his body next to mine makes me cry even harder.
No.
She answers a millisecond later.
On my way.
I take a deep, rasping breath. It’s over.
Chapter 44 - Clay
Three months later...
Seattle is cold and rainy. I’ve been working nights for the past two weeks, which means Seattle has been dark, cold, and rainy. I make it home just as the sun is coming up and collapse into bed.
Working under Dr. Willis is thankless. He’s a brilliant cardiologist and I’ve been learning new things every day. It’s everything I’ve been working towards. The hospital is unlike any I’ve ever seen. Modern, cutting edge, buzzing with energy. It’s the perfect work environment in every way, and the best step for my career. I’ve made it.
At least, that’s what I keep telling myself.
I stare up at the ceiling and my thoughts take me across the country to my bedroom in Soho. I think about the first lazy Sunday morning that Val and I had together. I woke up and looked over at her, with her hair spread on the pillow around her head. Her face was peaceful, serene, angelic. I remember seeing the way her chest rose and fell with every breath and vowing to protect her as fiercely as I could. I failed to protect her. Maybe I just nee
ded to protect her from me.
And here I am, alone, on the other side of the country. I’ve caused her so much pain she wouldn’t even talk to me. I stopped trying to call after a couple weeks, she never once answered.
I turn over onto my side. Anger bubbles up inside me for the thousandth time. I run through the same script in my head. Fuck her. She wouldn’t even give me the chance to explain! She shut me out based on the words of some woman she’d never met. Forget about her. Move on.
Still, as usual when I try to convince myself that it was all wrong, I feel a pang in my heart. She was only trying to protect herself. First the morning with Emma, and then the evening running into Caroline was too much for her. I could see it in her face. It kills me that I caused her pain.
After Val shut me out it was almost a relief. I haven’t been able to look at another woman, let alone talk to one. Davey tried so many times to get me to come out with him, but the thought of anyone else was too painful to bear. I’m practically a recluse now. I see how some of the nurses at the hospital look at me, but I can’t even muster the energy to flirt.
I’ve been able to get back to what’s important. To get back to what I was working towards all along. To get back to my career, my work, my vocation. I’m here now, where I’ve always wanted to be, doing what I’ve always wanted to do.
And yet, and yet…
I’m here alone. My bed is cold. I don’t hear the musical ring of her laughter, I don’t get to see the sparkle in her eye when she makes a joke.
My arms feel empty, my skin is almost crawling for her touch.
It’s the same thing every day. Every day I get home from a long shift and the minute my mind switches off from work it switches on to her. I can’t take it anymore.
I only knew her for a couple weeks but the spark was so strong, my feelings for her were so pure. When she shut me out I felt the same thing as when Caroline hurt me all those years ago. Powerless, angry, hurt. Except this time I feel like I’ve lost something that I actually want to get back, but I know I never will.
Every day I get home when the sun comes up and I wonder why I’m doing this. Now that I’m here it feels like an empty goal. My dream is becoming a reality but all I want to do is share it with her. The taste of success has turned to ash in my mouth, and only the taste of Valerie Brooks can make it sweet again.
I toss and turn until finally exhaustion overcomes me and I fall into the sweet relief of a dead sleep. Maybe I’ll be lucky and she’ll stay out of my dreams tonight.
Chapter 45 - Valerie
“Hurry up, Val!”
“I’m coming!”
The impatience in Emma’s voice is just hovering beneath the surface of her words. Finally, I appear out of my bedroom and give her a twirl.
“How do I look!” I say with a smile.
“Fucking smoking hot!” Emma exclaims. I laugh.
She’s finally been able to drag me out on a Friday night. Ever since that last day with Clay I’ve kept to myself and buried myself in work. I’m so far ahead on the leaderboard every month that I’ve already been promoted to Regional Agent’s Manager. I’m the youngest Regional Manager in the firm’s history.
It’s bittersweet, though. The success at work comes nowhere near the high I was on for those few weeks three months ago. It feels somehow hollow and meaningless. Those weeks where everything was falling into place. I shake my head to dispel these thoughts. Emma is tapping her foot impatiently so I slip on my heels and head for the door.
“I’m so glad you’re coming out with me, Val. It’s not healthy to be working as much as you are and not getting out. Next thing you know you’ll have 17 cats and will be knitting them all sweaters for Christmas.”
“Okay, first of all, there’s nothing wrong with knitting. Second of all, have you ever SEEN a kitten?!” I protest. She rolls her eyes. “I’m just not into the bar scene, I actually like being at home.”
“It’s not about the bar scene and you know it. It’s that asshole doctor who messed you up.”
I feel a stabbing pain in my heart when she mentions him. I’ve spent the past three months convincing myself that he IS an asshole and I AM better off without him.
And yet, and yet....
There’s a piece of me missing. After that day I cried for three days straight. Emma was there, once again, to pick up the pieces. My thoughts flick back to that evening on the roof, under twinkling lights of the city, when he made me an amazing meal and made me feel special. I remember when we clinked our wine glasses together, he looked so strong and handsome. His eyes were dark but they were sparkling with soft emotion and kindness.
It’s the kindness that doesn’t make sense. I still don’t understand how someone so kind, so tender, could be so… fake. As hard as I’ve tried to convince myself that I’m better off without him, a small part of me still doesn’t believe it.
Even now, when I’ve spent the last three months convincing myself I made the right decision by cutting him off, I feel a warmth in my centre at the thought of him. At the thought of his strong, muscular body that looks like it was chiseled in stone.
I can almost, almost feel the sparks fly across my skin at his touch. Almost, but not quite.
I haven’t told Emma that I haven’t had an orgasm since the last day I saw him. Truthfully, I haven’t really tried. There’s no point. I know, deep down, that I can’t come without his touch.
Emma continues. “Listen, we’re not going to try to hook you up with anyone. We just need to get you out of this freaking apartment and around some other people! People you don’t work with.”
Tonight is the first time I’m going out since I stopped talking to him and I’m incredibly nervous. I don’t even know why! Nervous to talk to other guys, maybe. Nervous I’ll run into him. A part of me almost hopes I will, but I chide myself for admitting it. New York is a big city, the chances of running into him are minuscule. And plus, he should be in Seattle by now.
The thought of him gone away to the other side of the country is simultaneously a relief and the worst thing I could imagine.
Emma and I hop in a cab and head to the newest lounge down the street. It’s packed to the rafters with people and my heartbeat increases immediately. Emma grabs my elbow and gives it a squeeze, sensing my unease.
“It’ll be okay,” she whispers in my ear.
She struts into the bar and as usual all eyes are on her. She’s sex on legs, and I’m glad that the attention isn’t on me. I just need to find a corner to hide in now to calm my anxious mind.
My eyes scan the room instinctively. I’m looking for him, I know I am.
What am I doing? I’m the one who stopped talking to him. Even if he was here, who’s to say he would even give me the time of day. He would probably have some bombshell on his arm. Maybe even more than one.
The thought of Clay with another woman makes me lightheaded. I feel sick. Of course he’s been with other women since me, he’s a player. That’s what he does. I need to get over this, and going out tonight is the first step.
I follow Emma to the bar and we order some drinks. She turns around and is immediately accosted by a tall, good-looking blond guy. He’s got that wind-whipped hair look that reminds me of a surfer. I wonder how he achieved that look in New York City. I look at him and take a deep breath. I’m not sure I can do this.
Emma gives my elbow a squeeze again and turns to the guy.
“Guess what! I just bought her seventeenth cat today!” She tells him excitedly. “I’ve started knitting them Christmas sweaters already, want to see some photos?”
He opens his mouth and then closes it like a fish out of water, and then spins on his heels and walks away. I burst out laughing. I love this girl.
Chapter 46 - Clay
I’m standing outside Dr. Willis’ office with my arm raised, ready to knock. He’s asked me for a meeting this evening, before my shift starts for the night. I’m unexpectedly nervous. He’s eithe
r going to tell me I’m shit at my job and it’s not working out or else praise me. I have no idea which it is, and that in itself isn’t a great sign.
“Come in,” I hear his gruff voice call through the door after I knock.
I turn the knob and step through the door. My palms are sweaty and I wish they weren’t. I walk in hesitantly and he motions to a chair on the other side of his desk, barely taking his eyes off the files in front of him. I sit across from him and put my hands in my lap, and then on the armrest, and then on my lap again. I hate being nervous.
“You wanted to see me?” I hate how squeaky my voice is. It’s like I’m going through puberty all over again! I’m not usually like this.
“Doctor O’Neill,” he starts. He lifts his eyes off his papers and looks at me over his glasses. “Thank you for coming in.”
He takes his glasses off his face and folds them deliberately, placing them in front of him on his desk. He straightens his papers and then folds his hands and looks up at me. He has a full head of curly grey hair with thick, bushy eyebrows. He’s staring at me from under his eyebrows and I’m willing myself not to squirm under the gaze.
“I’ve asked you here for us to have a performance review. You’ve been here three months, and I thought it appropriate to give you some feedback.”
I nod. “That sounds good, I’d love to hear your feedback.”
“Good.” He leans back in his chair, still looking at me. “You’re a brilliant doctor.”
“I, uh.. thank you, Dr. Willis.” It feels good to hear those words from him.
“You’re a brilliant doctor but you’re lacking something,” he continues without acknowledging my words. My eyebrows shoot up. He pauses.
He certainly knows how to be dramatic.
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