Only Mine (Honey Mountain #5)(80)

“I—I.” I swallowed the lump in my throat and swiped at my face. “I love you. I’m coming with you.”

His eyes softened for a brief second, but they hardened just as quickly. He moved close to me and bent down so his face was right in front of mine. “Winx.”

“What?” I gasped.

“You heard me. This is done. It ends now. Do not fucking follow me.” He stormed out the door, and I stood there in complete shock.

What just happened?

I raced toward the door and yanked it open just as he stepped into the elevator.

“If you leave now, don’t even think about coming back,” I sobbed hysterically as he just stared at me without saying a word. “Fuck you, Wolf.”

The elevator closed, and I slammed the door and marched to the bedroom, dropping down to sit on the bed.

Oh my gosh. Was I actually crying?

I’d fucking lost it.

He was the big, bad Wolf.

But why did it hurt so much?

My chest ached.

I picked up my phone and did the only thing I knew would help.

I sent a text in my sisters’ group chat.

Me ~ I told him I loved him, and he said WINX! He ended it. And I’m crying real tears. I really do hate him now. He ruined me.

I couldn’t stop the tears from falling as I gathered up all my stuff and made my way back to my apartment. I dropped everything on the floor and climbed into my bed and turned off my phone. I didn’t want to talk about it. My sisters would know that I wanted to be alone. Everything ached, and that pissed me off. I didn’t want to think anymore. I didn’t want to hurt anymore.

I squeezed my eyes closed until sleep finally took me.

A loud banging on the door woke me, and I startled. I glanced around the room, and it was gray outside, which made it impossible to know what time it was or how long I’d slept, but I guessed that it had been several hours. I pulled on a pair of leggings beneath Wolf’s sweatshirt.

I closed my eyes and sniffed it because it smelled like him.

And apparently, I loved the smell of the devil.

Because I was a masochist. I’d fallen in love with a man who wasn’t capable of loving anyone but himself.

And his family.

And obviously Bullet.

I’d fallen in love with a man who wasn’t capable of loving me.

He didn’t love me.

And I’d put myself out there.

I hated him for that.

I whipped open the door to find Everly, Vivian, Charlotte, and Ashlan standing there.

“Well, you look like hell,” Everly said as she raised a brow.

“Come here.” Charlotte wrapped her arms around me.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, as the tears started to fall again. “Oh my god. I’m crying again. Real human tears. That fucker has me all messed up. I can’t even channel my inner bitch long enough to hate him. But I do hate him. I hate him so much.” I sobbed as Charlotte pulled back to look at me.

Vivian’s eyes were wide as she wrapped her arms around me. “You’re just sad. It’s okay to be sad.”

They all stepped inside my apartment, and Everly closed the door. Ashlan reached for my hand and walked us toward the couch, where we sat, and I wiped away my tears again with the sleeve of Wolf’s hoodie.

“Tell us what happened,” Everly said.

And I told them everything. Well, not the part about me waking up to him between my legs or the most powerful orgasm of my life. I started with the phone call. I couldn’t tell them where he’d gone because apparently, I still felt the need to protect the bastard. I told them that it was a very dangerous country and that he was going to help a friend, and the situation was bad. Really bad. And the tears came again. And I let it all out.

“Wait. You told him you were going to book a flight to the…” Everly used two fingers on each hand with dramatic effect. “‘Dangerous country’ and then said I love you after?”

“You know I hate when you do air quotes. It’s very annoying.”

“It looks like you’re channeling your inner bitch just fine.” She raised a brow. “Answer the question,” Charlotte said.

“Does it matter when I said it? I put myself out there. I tried to go with him and then threatened to go on my own because I freaking loved him. I made a fool of myself.”

“Ummm, it kind of matters. I mean, clearly, he wanted to protect you,” Ashlan said, looking at me like I had three heads. “You left out a pretty important piece of information in your text.”

“I think he loves you, too, and that’s why he said W.I.N.X.,” Charlotte said, wrapping an arm around my shoulder and kissing my cheek.

“You don’t have to spell it anymore. He already said it. It’s done. He does not love me. I told him that I loved him, and he used the safe word. Not that we were even really dating. It was a fling. A fling that I fell for,” I groaned. “Why did the first man that I’ve ever loved have to be the big, bad Wolf?”

Vivian started laughing first, and then the other three followed.

“This is funny to you? My sadness is humorous?” I hissed as a knock on my door had us all straightening.

“Are you expecting company?” Ashlan asked.

“Maybe he sent someone to evict me. Nothing would surprise me at this moment.” I moved to my feet and yanked the door open to find a very upset Sabine and Sebastian.