Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 116231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
“Shit,” I swear softly, opening my eyes and looking at the wall.
“Yeah, she threatened to call her lawyer.” My eyes close again and I can’t help that my hands fall away from him, and I have the sudden need to step away.
I take a full step back and then exhale softly before walking around the island and positioning myself between him and the door, in case I have to bolt. “It bothers you?” I ask him and hold my breath.
“Yeah, it fucking bothers me,” he huffs out and then rubs his hands over his face, covering his eyes.
“Why does it bother you?” I ask him and then I can’t help but ask him the one question that I should have asked him when we started this whole thing. The back of my neck heats up as if it’s on fire. “Do you still have feelings for her?”
His hands fall from his face and his eyes fly open to stare at me. “What?”
“Do you still have feelings for her?” I ask again and this time my mouth goes dry, so dry it’s hurting me to swallow. My heart beats in my ears like a drum.
“Of course not,” he quickly says and pushes away from the counter and makes his way to me. “How could you think that?”
“I don’t know.” I shrug as he stands in front of me, holding my face in his hands.
“It just pissed me off that she had the nerve to call me and ask me personal questions that are none of her business and she’s not entitled to know the answer to.” He clears it up. “I’m pissed she’s probably going to call her lawyer and it’ll prolong the divorce. I’m pissed I had to spend thirty-five minutes on the phone with my own lawyer.” I look up at him. “I’m pissed that instead of buying you flowers like I wanted to, I forgot all about it and then came home.”
“You were buying me flowers?” That’s the only thing I think to say.
“Yeah, I wanted to surprise you.”
“I still have the flowers you sent me for my birthday,” I remind him.
“But you don’t have flowers here,” he rebuts, bending and kissing my lips. “I wanted you to have flowers here.”
“I don’t need to have flowers here,” I whisper up at him. “I just need to have you here.”
“I know you don’t.” He kisses my lips again. “But that’s why I wanted to get them, and now I’m even more pissed that I didn’t remember.”
“Knox.” I try not to laugh as he groans. “Maybe we should talk about the bigger issue right now.”
“Us having sex before dinner?” I roll my eyes, and I feel like a weight has been lifted off me when I see the lightness come back into his eyes.
“No.” I move away from him. “About the kids telling her about us.”
“What is there to talk about?” He turns and heads back to the cutting board, grabbing it and moving it to where he can cut while he talks to me.
“Well, we should have maybe anticipated they would tell her about me.” I walk over to the stool and pull it out, sitting down, facing him. “Shouldn’t we?”
“I don’t give a fuck if she knows about you. She was going to know about you eventually anyway. What I give a shit about is that she thought she had a right to know about you.”
“Well,” I fold my hands together, “I am spending time with her children.” I hold up my hand when he glares at me. “You would want to know if some random man was hanging around your kids.”
“Don’t fucking do that.” He points the knife at me, and I have to bite my lower lip to stop from laughing. “Don’t fucking make me feel bad for wanting to tell her to go fuck herself.” My mouth hangs open. “Listen, she has no right to know if I’m seeing someone.” I try to say something, but he shakes his head. “She doesn’t give a shit if you are bad for my children or not. She cares that I’m seeing someone, and she didn’t know about it. She’s pissed I’ve moved on instead of going back to her.”
“Does she want you back?” I ask, getting mad now.
“I don’t know. I stopped listening to anything she had to say when I caught her cheating on me.”
“Knox.”
“Kylie.”
“I think it’s better for everyone if you co-parent civilly.”
“I’m civil in front of the children and that is all that matters,” he tells me, “but I want nothing to do with her if it doesn’t have to do with the kids. I don’t want to have coffee with her. I don’t want to sit with her at our children’s activities. I don’t want to look at her face if it doesn’t have to do with our children. Actually, if we didn’t have kids, I would pretend she never existed.”