Page 162 of Toxic Wishes
I was too emotionally exhausted for this. I needed to get the hell out of here. When I reached for my wallet, I realized I didn’t bring it.
“Hey, I was going to tab out. Do you have these?”
“What do you mean?” She scrunched her face in confusion.
Everything Naomi said reminded me how wrong we were for each other. We didn’t keep running into each other by chance.That was Abigail and me. It was written in the stars, according to Abigail’s zodiac book, her and I did get put together by fate. All Naomi was doing was forcing her fate on me.
“I mean, can you pay for the drinks? Do you got this?”
She chuckles lightly. “Oh c’mon, you can’t pay for them?”
“I don’t have my wallet.” I gritted my teeth.
I’m glad this is happening right now. It’s another reminder of how Abigail is like no other woman I've encountered. I still remember when she passed my personal test and muttered the words, I got it. When she argued with me about insisting on paying bills back when she lived at the lakehouse, She didn’t care that I made millions. She still wanted to give back and make it fair because that’s the type of girl she was. Caring, strong with a heart of gold.
“Do you got it or not?” I ask again.
She scoffs. “My purse is up in my room, s-”
“Can’t you charge it to your room?”
“Really? You’re an NFL player, so can’t you work your magic?”
“It’s two drinks?” Heat radiated off me.
She gives me a look that says. ‘So.’
I swear I’d shove her to the side as if Naomi weren't a girl. But instead, I made my way to the opposite end of the booth.
“Hey, where are you going? You didn’t even finish your drink?” She says.
I lean over and grab my drink, tossing it down my throat.
“Goodnight, Naomi.”
“Wha—what the fuck?” She gets up and starts to follow me. I’m already at the bar telling the bartender to charge it to room 711 when she comes behind me, on my heels.
11. My dad’s room had the number 11 in it, and Abigail will be the only one I think of when I see that number now besides Blake.
“Sure thang, Mr. Killian.” The bartender snapped me out of my thoughts.
“Thanks,” I clap my hand on the bar's edge before walking away. I’ll pay him tomorrow or when I see him.
“Have a good night and good luck on the game,” she winks. I smile at her briefly and leave before someone else notices me.
“Hey, where are you going?” Naomi grabs my arm as I exit the bar.
“I’m going home. Naomi. Good night.”
“So that’s it, you’re just going to ignore everything I said?
“I’m not ignoring it. I have been there for you and comforted you after both your losses.”
My losses?”
“Yes, yours, including the baby. I don’t owe you anything, Naomi. I’ve tried to be nice, but I've been nice to the wrong girl.” I yank my arm free.
“Good night.”