Page 83 of The C Agreement
“You’re going to go out there and end this date. Meanwhile, I’ll order a ride for you, and then you’re going to go back to my house and get naked and wait for me in my bed until I get there.”
I straightened my spine. “The hell I will.”
“You made me a promise, and you cheated on our agreement by going on this date, Rayne. Not me. So, unless you want me to invite your date back here so I can show him how full your cunt is with my seed, I suggest you do what I said.”
I gasped. “You wouldn’t. He has nothing to do with what’s going on with you and me.”
Cade was one of the nicest guys I knew. I couldn’t imagine him being that much of an asshole to some stranger.
“Do you really want to find out if I’m lying or not?”
“No,” I admitted.
He stepped forward and kissed me on the temple. “Then, please just do what I said.”
When I moved away, my purse and phone were thrust back into my arms. When he opened the door, I walked out, feeling completely defeated.
* * *
I made a detour to the restroom, and I was glad I did. My makeup was smeared, and I had to pull the pins out of my updo to hide the bite on my neck. I couldn’t believe I had fought Cade on ending my date with Hugh because there was no way I could pretend everything was normal.
My mind and body had been put through the wringer.
Looking as presentable as possible, I found Hugh.
“Oh my God, are you okay?” He leaned forward. “You were in the restroom for a long time.”
My face heated. He would probably never want to go out with me again because he thought I had intestinal issues.
But I supposed that was better than him finding out what I had actually done.
“Uh, no, I’m not. I’m so sorry, but I have to cut this date short. I’ve ordered a ride, and it should be here soon.”
Hugh stood, sympathy in his eyes.
It only made me feel like more of an asshole.
“Please. We can reschedule when you’re feeling better.” He held out his hand. “And, hey, we never made it past drinks. We won’t even count this as our first date.”
I almost burst into tears at how sweet he was being to me.
“I’m sorry again,” I muttered and ran out of the restaurant to where a car waited out front to take me to Cade’s.
* * *
The next morning, I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling. Cade slept beside me, oblivious to the turmoil going on in my head.
I had toughed out this last week, knowing how he felt about Em. But I had ended up putting his needs before my own.
It wasn’t that I didn’t love being with him—because I did. But after last night, I realized something significant. Even if this month made him change his mind about dating and commitment and me, it wouldn’t change the fact that I would be the woman he fucked and Em would be the woman he loved.
In his dark office, in all hisminetalk, he never once said,Your heart is mine.
And that told me everything I needed to know.
Even though he had come home soon after me and simply held me until I fell asleep, I couldn’t confuse his caring for me as anything more than that. Caring wasn’t love.
With a hand on his shoulder, I shook him. “Cade.”