“Excuse me?” Bridget asks, clutching her chest.
“Oh stop with your fake drama, Mom.”
“Hey, don’t talk to your mother like that,” Charles chimes in.
Suddenly everyone is yelling and I’m standing here like a damn fool. Not because I haven’t said anything, no, it’s because Addilyn isn’t saying anything to defend the fact that we have feelings for each other. She’s yelling about how she had to hire me and she didn’t want to do it but there was no other choice. Not once does she mention what it’s turned into.
“Run.” I turn my head and Andrew moves to stand next to me. “Take my advice and get the fuck out while you can. It’ll never stop. The fighting, the standing back, the feeling of being less. It only gets worse. Do yourself a favor and get as far away as soon as possible. Trust me man, you don’t want to stick it out.”
Walking away? That’s his advice to me? How am I supposed to walk away when an hour ago I was balls deep inside her?
“How am I supposed to trust you now? You’ve ruined Christmas,” Bridget cries out.
“I’ve ruined Christmas? Mom, I’ve been telling you for years how happy I am being single. I’ve told you I wanted to focus on my career, my independence, my happiness. But that wasn’t what you wanted. You’ve made that abundantly clear over the years. So yeah, I felt so much pressure from you that I went and hired a boyfriend. Do you know how pathetic that is? How unbelievably desperate you need to be to do that? That’s how you make me feel. So don’t talk about how I ruined Christmas, because you’re the reason I’ve been living this fake fucking life for two weeks,” Addilyn yells, holding tightly onto the table.
“You seemed so perfect together,” Abigail observes.
“No shit. It’s amazing what money can buy isn’t it?” Addilyn replies.
Ouch. What the fuck? Pulling the small box out of my pocket wrapped in red, that I bought for Addilyn this morning. “Merry Christmas,” I mumble, tossing it on the coffee table.
Without anyone even noticing, I head upstairs and pack my bag. Writing out a quick note for Addilyn, I toss it on the bed before walking out the front door. Obviously I felt something she didn’t. Don’t get me wrong I’m all about just sex, it’s my usual way. But it was different with her. For me at least it was and I’m sure as fuck not going to keep pretending.
She wanted a life without a guy, she’s got it. Merry fucking Christmas to me.
