Page 1 of From You to Me
PART III
THE RESENTMENT
- The act of loving someone so much that you resent them.
CHAPTER 1
I was fucked. So damn fucked.
Was it fate? Was it destiny? Or was it the red thread of fate trying to fuck with me once again? Because Jay glared at me so hard that I might as well have frozen on the damn floor.
Yes, I prayed to God that I needed him, but that was six years ago. God had completely messed up the timing on this one.
Never in a million years had I expected to cross paths with the man who still held my dying, beating heart in the palm of his hand. Especially on this gloomy Monday morning in New York City while I was on all fours by his feet.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” He repeated.
I swallowed the nervous lump forming in my throat.
“Umm.” I fumbled, lost for words. I slowly pushed against the cold hard floor as I scrambled up to my feet on my shaky knees.
He towered over me, peering at me with his laser-sharp gaze. His face was a mask of unconcerned recognition.
Gone was the sweet boy who used to look at me with so much love, and in his place was a cold, hard man who looked like he couldn’t stand my presence.
And what a man he was.
He was still as gorgeous as before, but now he looked like a chiseled masterpiece. His silky raven locks were longer and tousled, creating the perfect bedhead look.
His torso was splashed with an array of intricate tattoos. The last time I saw him, he only had one ink tattooed on him, but it looked like that had changed over the years. His face was covered with short stubble, a face that had matured so beautifully over the years that it was almost painful to look at him.
The beat in my heart started to pick up, flustered by his presence, even after all these years.
“I asked what the fuck are you doing here?”
His question interrupted my gawking at his glorious body.
Oh yeah, I was supposed to answer him.
“I work here,” I muttered.
“I don’t remember hiring you.” His eyes narrowed into slits that made me cower back a step.
“Well, I worked here before. Aimee asked me to continue.”
The heavy-scaled dragon on his chest was right in my sight line, distracting the hell out of me. He looked so damn delicious, and it was getting to every fiber of my being.
I was pretty sure I looked pathetic in my straight blue jeans and a navy sweatshirt.
“And what do you do again?” He cocked his brow.
My cheeks flushed red as embarrassment coursed through me. I wasn’t embarrassed about my job, but I was embarrassed to admit it to him. It made me feel like a failure in his Godly presence. “Umm, I’m the housekeeper,” I mumbled.
His eyes flickered the tiniest bit like it didn’t even happen before his mask came back on once again.
He nodded. “Well, I’ll no longer need your services. Aimee will get in touch with you. You may leave now.”
I stilled. “You can’t do that,” I muttered as the panic sliced through my body. I just settled all my other jobs. I needed this one to make ends meet.