Fighting for Love (Second Chances #4)(40)

The sound of his breathing grew faster and deeper, and I knew he was about to lose it. Harder and faster, I pushed my fingers inside of me and screamed out my release just as he let go of his. I had never done anything like that before. It was crazy how with Matt I could forget all of my insecurities and be comfortable with myself. I missed being able to feel like that.

“Did it feel good?” Matt murmured lazily.

“Mm-hmm,” I answered, too relaxed to form a coherent word.

“Yeah, it was pretty hot hearing you moan over the phone. I would’ve given anything to be there watching you. Hopefully, this will keep you satiated until tomorrow night after the fight. Gabriella is driving separately to the arena, so I’ll come pick you up and you can ride with me. Is that okay?”

“You can, but the fight is in Oakland tomorrow. You’ll be backtracking if you come out my way. I can meet you there,” I insisted. I didn’t want him driving all over California to pick me up when it would put him at least forty minutes behind.

Matt scoffed incredulously. “Shelby, I don’t care about that shit. Now this way you can ride with me to my house after the fight and we won’t have to worry about your car. Make sure you bring a bag with your stuff ... and your bathing suit.”

“Fine,” I gave in, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

We said our good-byes and I laid my head back on the pillow. The clock on my phone said it was eight-thirty in the morning. Crap, I only slept for an hour. After the interlude with Matt, my eyes started to drift close. I didn’t have plans for the day, so it didn’t matter if I slept it away or not. Pulling the covers over my shoulders, I closed my eyes and slowly drifted off into a deep, peaceful sleep.





I ENDED UP SLEEPING UNTIL about noon and ate a banana before going out on my usual run to the marina. Sliding on a pair of black yoga pants and a green tank top, I put my hair up into a high ponytail and laced up my running shoes. The day was overcast with only a small chill to the breeze, except it was still sort of bright even with the sun in hiding. After locking the door and strapping my keys and my cell phone to the belt around my waist, I took off down the road. I loved listening to the sounds around me when I ran instead of listening to music; it gave me peace and inspiration.

Once I ran down to the marina and looped back around to my house, my muscles were tired and I was drenched in sweat. Sitting on the steps in front of my house, I closed my eyes and took deep, calming breaths to get my heart rate back to normal. Once my heart rate slowed, I got to my feet and pulled out my house key and phone. The screen on my phone read that I had one missed text message from … Caleb.

It was actually Kyle, but I had his number stored as Caleb. What the hell did he want? I wondered, groaning as I read it.

Kyle: Special delivery

Special Delivery? What does that mean?

I supposed the answer to that question was the large brown envelope sitting by the front door to my house with nothing else on it other than my name. If the envelope was on my porch and Kyle just texted me, that meant he was close by. Scanning the area around me, I didn’t see him, but then again I didn’t know what kind of car he drove.

“And so it begins,” I mumbled to myself. “What have you got for me, Kyle?”

Cautiously, I picked up the envelope and put it under my arm while I unlocked the door. It felt like a stack of papers or pictures. Should I open it, or take it outside and burn the whole envelope, hoping he’s watching? That would be the ultimate ‘f*ck you, I don’t care’ statement.

Stalling, I placed the envelope on the kitchen counter and grabbed a bottle of water since I was thirsty from my run. So many things ran through my mind as I sat there staring at that mysterious package. One thing was for certain, it was going to me make angry no matter what it was. Turning the envelope over, I slid my finger underneath the seal and took a deep breath before reaching my hand inside and grasping the contents it held.

When I pulled them out there was a letter on top, and almost instantly the blood rushed out of my face when I read the words. I closed my eyes, hoping I could forget what it said, but I could still see them … burned in my memory. Matt knew I didn’t like his past, and I hated that it bothered me, but now it was staring at me in the face.

Shelby,

I thought you’d like to know what kind of guy you’re f*cking, love. It seems like all of the others loved getting a piece of him, too. How does it feel to know his dick was inside each and every one of them?





~K


“What the …” I gasped.

It felt like my heart had literally been ripped in two, while my stomach was crushed and beaten on the floor. Screw you, Kyle, I screamed in my mind. With my eyes closed, I grabbed up the papers and stayed frozen to my chair. I knew I couldn’t throw it all away because if I ever needed evidence on Kyle’s psychotic behavior I’d have it. Finally, when I opened my eyes, I was appalled at what I saw behind the letter.

I only got through three pictures before the banana I ate this morning and the bottle of water I drank decided it was best to come out. Rushing to the trash can, I gagged and threw up everything I had in my stomach before sagging to the floor. Don’t cry, Shelby, it’s just photos, I repeated to myself. However, the first one I saw wasn’t just an ordinary photo. It was of Matt literally having sex with another girl. She was holding onto a chair while he was behind her, and he was …