Dear Heart, You Screwed Me(84)

She rolled her eyes.

“Bore,” she smirked, “more for me.”

“Dish up, I just need the loo,” I said quietly, rushing off and closing the door. Washing my hands, I walked back into the kitchen area, smiling.

“I am starving, what did you ord…” I was cut off, stilling when I saw what was in Connie’s hand. The pregnancy leaflets. Shit.

“You’re pregnant!?” she gripped onto one of the leaflets tightly in her grasp, her wine glass was in her other hand.

“Connie… I…” and just before I could finish what I wanted to say, the apartment door burst open. My head snapped around to see Killian, my eyes widened, my heart thumping against my ribcage.

“If you think for one minute that I am not going to be part of my baby’s life, then you’ve…” his voice boomed around my apartment when I heard the glass smash. Everything moved in slow motion as I turned my body to face Connie. I watched the wine cover Connie’s feet, the glass shattering across the highly gloss, tiled floor.

No words were spoken. Connie’s eyes were pinned to her dad, her mouth slightly open, her eyes filling with tears.

“Darling,” I heard Killian say, but he wouldn’t dare to step forward.

“Don’t.” She hissed at him before her stony, cold gaze found mine. “And you,” she spat, “sitting here pretending we are BFFs!? And you’ve been fucking my dad the whole time!! What else have you been keeping from me?” her voice was loud.

“Connie, it’s not like that…” my voice was a whisper in comparison to hers. I was devastated.

“No? Because I am sure I have just found out that you’re pregnant with my dad’s baby, or have I got that wrong?” Her arms crossed against her chest as she pinned her stare to me.

I didn’t have the words for her. Everything she said was the truth. I felt the sting at the back of my throat, my eyes pricking with tears. I felt the betrayal in her eyes slice through me and it was one of the worst feelings I had ever felt.

“Why him?” she asked me, “why out of all the men, in all of the city did you have to go for him?”

“It wasn’t out of choice. It just happened…” I turned to look at Killian, the look of remorse masking my face. We were fucking fools for thinking we could keep it from her.

“So, you only slept together once?” this time she directed her venomous tone towards her father. I felt like we were facing a firing squad.

“No.” Killian said sternly, his eyes dropping to his feet, one of his hands fisted in his pocket and the other was rubbing round the back of his head, before it moved towards the nape of his neck. He was tense.

“More than once then?” she continued; her tone sharp.

Killian nodded, I saw his jaw twitch and clench as he gritted his teeth. Connie turned to face me, her eyes dragging up and down my body.

She stepped towards me, her boots crunching through the broken glass. She stopped in front of me, her eyes steady as they bored into mine.

“I never had you for a gold-digging whore,” she spat, pushing past me, her shoulder knocking into mine. “Screw this,” throwing her hand in the air, she stormed to the front door and slammed it behind her.

As soon as she was out, I stumbled over to the sofa before crying. My head fell into my hands as I let the tears fall. How the fuck had I gotten myself in this situation.

How could have I been so stupid.

It wasn’t my heart that screwed me.

It was Killian Hayes.





CHAPTER 37





KILLIAN





I stood in the chaos that surrounded us, a devastating fire that ripped through the three of us within seconds.

We were a disaster. We both knew that. Yet, we couldn’t stay away from each other because we were too fucking selfish.

And now we have done the one thing we didn’t want to do. The one thing I didn’t want to do. I had hurt Connie.

I finally lifted my eyes to see Reese a trembling mess on the sofa. Her whole body shook as the tears left her body.

I could have done more; I should have done more. Stepping back, I moved into Reese’s kitchen and saw the Chinese take-out still sitting on the countertop. I felt my cell buzz in my pocket, slipping it out I saw Lara, Connie’s mum flashing on the screen.

I cut her off and switched it off. I didn’t need her screaming down the phone at me tonight and telling me how much I had hurt Connie. I didn’t need her telling me, I already knew how much I had hurt her. I didn’t need her telling me and making me feel even more worthless than I already did. Looking at the plug-in kettle, I twisted it to see it had water in it. Flicking it on, I waited for it to boil. Reaching for a mug, I threw a teabag in the cup and filled it with boiling water. Did I add the milk now? Pulling the refrigerator door open, I grabbed a carton of milk and added a dash.

I turned my nose up, I wasn’t sure if this was right, but I would hope she would appreciate the gesture, or if she didn’t, I am pretty sure I would be wearing it. The temper in her was something else. She just snapped. One little thing to push her over the edge.

I walked cautiously over to her. She hadn’t moved.

I felt like an ass.

I crouched down in front of her and placed the mug on the coffee table in front of her.