Chapter 103 Broken
“I’m just taking care of his needs,” the fucking bitch claimed. “You can’t satisfy a man like Richard Kingston. Get lost bitch!”
My stomach turns. I thought I had! Wasn't he holding me this morning like I was his whole world? Didn't I fulfill his 'needs' enough? Am I really that bad that he has to get his rocks off with some other chick?
I watched is shock as Rick shoved her off of him and he wobbled to his feet. Was there something wrong with him? He really does look sick. I wonder if...
No! I don't fucking care! He can rot in hell. I'm so fucking done with this shit. My heart is pounding in my chest, aching to escape this place. But my fucking feet won't move. They have sealed themselves to the floor.
My mind is still trying to process the whole situation. It's telling me something is off, and while I normally listen to my head, I'm going with my heart on this one. It's fucking turning to stone. And it hurts... but it's better this way.
“You don’t understand...” He slurred. I guess he's fucking drunk. That might be it. He got drunk and made a bad decision. That is one reason I've never touched the stuff. I have enough shit to worry about, I don't need to completely forget that I've got a family to watch over. “It’s not what it looks like...”
But those words were like a punch to the gut. I've heard them so many damn times. Really? It isn't what it looks like... It looks like all the men in my life were fucking bastards who couldn't keep their dicks in their pants.
James looked shocked the first time I caught him with Britt. “Josie, baby... This... isn’t what it looks like?”
He claimed, again, when I confronted him about the photos and videos Rick had shown me. “Baby, it wasn’t what it looked like...”
And now here is Richard Kingston. Saying the same damn line I'm so fucking sick of hearing. And this time it hurts the most, because this time I was actually in love with the man. I should've known better...
It's the same damn lie over and over again. Can't they fucking come up with anything new? Like maybe the fucking truth? Just man up and say 'Josie, sorry, but I don't want you any more.' That's all they need to say. They don't need to cheat on me first!
I look over the man I thought said he loved me. His body is trembling under my gaze. He looks like he wants to pass out or hide from my sight. Her fucking juices still shining on his body. I think I'm going to be sick. I honestly don't want to know what they were doing...
“No... little dancer... please... it’s not-” His words are slurred and rushed. He is holding his hands out to me like he is trying to stop the inevitable. Like he already knows what I'm planning and he doesn't want it to happen.
I don't want to hear another damn excuse. If this is what he wants, then so be it. I just don't have to be a part of it. In fact, I need to be any damn where else on the planet. I can't be here any longer.
“You are just like James,” I mumble, trying to keep the tremble out of my voice. I don't know what my biggest emotion is right now. Disgust? Betrayal? Revulsion? Pain! Most definitely pain!
I thought he was going to be my forever. That was what he promised. He lied. He lied and I fell for it, and now I'm in a world of hurt. It hurts so damn much to look at him right now, but I can't fucking look away!
Rick steps toward me, like he has any right to be near me. I take one step in retreat. I don't know why I haven't run from the building yet... Maybe I'm still in shock. I want to run. My brain is screaming at me to leave him.
“Josie...” his voice comes out broken. But why the hell should it? This was all his fault! He was the one who chose to sleep with some slut and break my heart!