Choosing Us (Pierced Hearts Duet #1)(30)

I hadn’t been in a relationship since Sean, and I wouldn’t exactly call that a healthy one. We’d always had problems, standing on two opposite ends of the spectrum of life.

Don’t get me wrong, I loved him, but I guess you could say I was never head over heels in love with him. He was the only man I’d ever been with, romantically and sexually. Though he was never there for me emotionally or mentally. He didn’t know how to be those things, nor did he care to try.

He was a man in many aspects of life, except when it came to what I needed and wanted. He was a child. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss him. Because I did.

I was lonely.

I missed the companionship, a man on top of me, skin on skin contact. Sex was never our problem, most days you couldn’t drag us out of the bedroom. However, that was never enough. I was never enough.

Our relationship was never enough for him.

He ran around on me more times than I care to remember. Several times I caught him mid-act.

What does that say about me?

I gave him all I had, and it was never good enough.

“Baby, you’re my queen. I love you. You know that.”

“You love me so much you decided to fuck the girl next door?”

“I’m a man, baby. I got needs.”

I don’t know what made me think about Sean, maybe it was the fact that all I saw all day long were pictures of the Pierces, living their happily ever after through images on the walls and when I pointed them out to Journey.

Their walls were filled with memories of happiness and better times. The way Dr. Pierce looked at his wife in those photos were scenes right out of romantic movies. A picture was worth a thousand words, and theirs spoke volumes.

I wanted a love like that.

One made out of trust, devotion, and respect.

They consumed my mind, and the more I thought about them, the heavier the desire to know where they were became. It was this elephant sitting in the room, this weight hanging on my shoulders, this burden I kept carrying on my back.

Where were they?

Did they know about me?

About their kids? And how much they needed them?

But most importantly, were they coming back?

How could a house filled with so much love, feel so damn empty?

Almost as if one of them were gone.

And the other was just…

Lost.

“Alright, Camila, you need to think about something else. You’re there to watch their kids, not obsess over—” I stopped walking, taking in the scene in front of me, as I opened the door to my apartment.

There was Sean, in all his glory.

And by that, I mean he was butt-ass naked. Laying in my bed, waiting for what?

Me?

“Sean,” I coaxed, on the verge of losing my shit.

“Hey, baby. Been waiting for you to get home, so you can bounce that ass on my cock.”

?Que es esto?

What is this?

“Have you lost your damn mind?” I slammed the door behind me. “Now, I’m going to have to burn my brand new sheets!”

“Quit fuckin’ wit’ me, Camila.” He sat up, reaching for me. “Come over here and show your man how much you missed him.”

“Ugh! Can you please for the love of God cover your junk! I can’t yell at you properly when your dick is staring at me!”

“Ain’t nothin’ you haven’t seen before.”

“It’s something I never wanted to see again. I’m serious, put some shorts on!” I threw his boxers at him, facing toward the kitchen.

“Why am I gonna throw on my drawers when your ass is supposed to be ridin’ my cock?”

My eyes snapped to his. “My what? Sean, my ass is not going anywhere near your tainted dick. What could make you possibly think that?”

“Your text.”

“My text? What text? I never texted you. I don’t even like you, why would I text yo—” I stopped myself. “Oh, God … I’m going to strangle him!”

“The only thing you gonna to be stranglin’ is my coc—”

“I didn’t text you, Sean! Now get dressed!” I chucked his jeans at his head, nailing him in the face. “Get out!” Followed by his shirt and white wife beater. “Get out. Now!” I was like a woman gone mad, circling around the room grabbing all his shit. One by one throwing everything at his naked body.

A boot here and another there, nicking his dick.

“Son of a bitch!” He doubled over in pain.

“Oops … sorry not sorry.”

“If you didn’t text me, than who did?”

“My other pain in the ass.”

“Are you seein’ someo—”

“Sean,” I bit. “You have one minute to leave, before I show you what I really want to do with that dirty dick of yours.”

“The fuck? Woman, get your ass over here so I can make you scream my name.”

“You know what? On second thought.” I grabbed the lotion from my nightstand and threw it next to him on the bed. “There. You can actually go fuck yourself.”

“Camila!” he roared, as I once again slammed the door behind me. Leaving him in my apartment. Knowing there was no getting through to him. He always thought with his dick and this wouldn’t be any different.