Dear Heart, You Screwed Me(56)

We were done.

Finito.

Over.

Maybe I would cry over his beautiful dick. But that’s the only tears that would be shed.

After a while, the banging stopped completely. I had to show him that I wasn’t a pushover. I knew what I had to do, and he wasn’t going to steer me in any other direction other than where my dreams were.

The buzzer went again, smiling I ran for the door, peeping through the peephole and getting excited when I saw Connie with the Chinese and more wine. Sliding the chain across I opened the door, throwing myself at her.

“Woah, hello to you too,” Connie laughed as she stood her ground.

“Hey,” I beamed, taking the Chinese from her and walking into my apartment.

“Having a little party for one, are we?” she winked, placing the wine bottles down on the side.

“Yeah, why not?” I shrugged as I fisted the bag and pulled out the cartons. “You okay?” I asked as I lifted my eyes from the bag to look at her.

“Yeah, I am,” she blushed; I knew that blush… that was a very good blush.

“Good,” handing her some chopsticks, we sat in light conversation while we ate. Mainly about me and how much I disliked Adele.

“Just leave her ass, she doesn’t deserve you,” Connie sighed, shaking her head side to side. “I don’t like her either, she is always sniffing round my dad. It’s weird.” I stiffened at her admission. So she knows that they’re close.

“Were they together or something?” I asked, trying not to seem too desperate to know.

“No, well, I don’t think so,” she shrugged, “I wouldn’t know, to be honest. I just know she is a like a fly round shit.” I snorted. “He helped her start the company you work for, it didn’t even click with me when you mentioned Adele before,” she looked at me slightly apologetic. “She just doesn’t let up. I honestly think she is one of the reasons my dad has never settled down. She is so prominent in his life that no woman can stand it,” she shoved an egg roll into her mouth, her eyes watching me. I didn’t want to let on that I was involved with her dad. Was being the appropriate word.

“Seems that way,” I agreed, suddenly losing my appetite. “So, what is the reason for the beautiful smile that has been plastered on your face from the moment you walked in the door?” I poked her, “Or should I say, who is the reason…”

She blushed, helping me tidy up before we collapsed onto the sofa with a bottle of wine.

“Spill all, I don’t want any detail missed out…” I winked at her, sipping my wine.

I heard the blissful sigh leave her before she started giggling.

“Well, first off... don’t be mad, okay?” the slight twang of her accent warmed my heart, I loved her voice.

“Why would I be mad?” pinching my brows, I pushed my shoulders back, my back going up slightly.

She rolled her eyes, “For not telling you sooner.”

“You’ve been too coy and secretive, it’s kept me intrigued. It is unlike you to bite your tongue…” I let out a small laugh.

It seemed like she let out a sigh of relief, she looked at the ceiling, smiling before her eyes met mine again.

“Tryst,” was all she said.

“Tryst!? From Chord?” I shrieked.

A laugh bubbled out of her before she shuffled forward and hugged me.

“Do you know how good it feels to get that out?” she said relieved as she hugged me tightly, “I really thought you were going to be angry with me.”

I shook my head, my own arms squeezing her tightly now, “I could never be angry with you. Ever.” I whispered, all of a sudden, a guilt ripping through me. I needed to tell her; we both did. I swallowed hard, my throat dry.

“Connie,” I whispered.

“Yeah?” she asked as she let me go and sat back into the sofa.

“I…” I clammed up, my throat going tight, I couldn’t do it. I felt like I was suffocating. She sat there, waiting for me to spit out whatever it was I was trying to say, but the words never came.

“I love you,” I smiled, my cheeks pinching with red before I pulled her back into me. I was a fucking coward.

“Ah, boo, I love you too.”





CHAPTER 26





I sat and listened as Connie told me all about Tryst and what they had been up to. It sounded like a whirlwind romance, but she was happy.

“Oh Con, I am so happy for you,” I beamed as I tugged her towards me, cuddling her once more. I felt all warm and fuzzy inside for her.

“Thank you,” she squeezed me before pulling back, “just don’t tell my dad. Not yet… he isn’t the biggest fan of Tryst,” she winced.

“I wouldn’t tell your dad. We work together, we’re hardly friends.” Liar, liar, pants on fire. My subconscious sung over and over. I ignored her. “How does your dad know Tryst? I didn’t think you saw your dad that much?” I furrowed my brow.

“I didn’t, I still don’t. The odd holiday here and there, but he always told my mums he wanted me to know who he was and vice versa. He didn’t want to be an anonymous donor. After my mums picked him, he pulled his sample out of the fertility clinic that it was stored in. He was happy he could help one couple and decided that was enough.” She shrugged, “Don’t get me wrong, he hasn’t been a shitty father per se, just never really made much of an effort until I was manageable and potty trained. He used to drop in when I was a new-born apparently, but that soon dwindled to nothing once his work picked up,” she sighed, “but anyway, yeah Tryst. We went elementary together, then into middle school… blah blah,” she rolled her wrist to indicate they went through school together. “We always dated on and off, but he was the geeky loner that kept himself to himself, and I was in with the popular crowd. We ended up clashing and I was too busy having fun with the girls.” She winked, “then he reached out, asking if we could meet up, have coffee, ya know?” taking a mouthful of wine, her tongue darted out to wet her lips, “so after a lot of uuming and ahhing I gave in and met him, and yeah, the rest is history.”