I didn’t mean it.” He blows out a breath, and I feel it rush over me, momentarily heating my chilled skin.

Wrapping his arms tightly around me, his chest presses up against my back, and his lips are against my ear. “I’m sorry.” He takes hold of me from behind. Without another word or look, I make for the exit. I can’t stop the tears leaking from them.

So who’s to say you won’t do the exact same thing to me?” I feel like he’s just slapped me. “Out of the two of us, I think I’m the one with more cause for concern-you didn’t exactly have any trouble jumping straight from Will’s bed into mine. “I’ve never given you any reason to doubt my faithfulness to you.” “Aside from the girl I found in your bed in Boston.” Shit. After a beat, I say, “And if I can’t, where does that leave us?” “Right where we are but having to find some way for you to be able to cope with my past mistakes.” Moving away from the wall, he steps closer to me. “I don’t know.” I shake my head, looking down. “Are you ever going to be able to get past this?” he asks.

Don’t act like this is a surprise now.” He rubs his face hard. “You knew how I’d lived my life when we got together, Tru. “No, I haven’t.” “Just everyone else in LA, then.” He takes a step back, leaning against the wall. “I want to know if you’ve fucked her too!” His eyes darken. She manages Vintage.” “You didn’t answer my question.” “Do I have to?” “Yes!” I shout at him. “The blonde at the bar I saw you flirting with! Have you shagged her too?” “I wasn’t flirting with her. “What about the blonde? Is she one of your office conquests too? Or did you just screw her at the house?” He looks confused again. “You make me fucking sick!” I cry, my eyes filling with tears. “Have there been that many you’ve screwed in your office that you don’t know who it would be?” “Yes.” His tone is low and cold and absolutely heartbreaking. “But I got to hear how I’m not good enough for you, and how she was going to go to the label tomorrow to offer her services to you.” “Who?” he asks, voice hard. They didn’t know I was there,” I add for clarification. “I got to hear the full lowdown while I was sitting on the toilet, about your activities pre-me. It, marred with his anger, makes for a scary-looking Jake.

Wethering the storm by samantha towle