Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
I really didn’t want to stand here and listen to her confess her fucking undying love for the father of my kid. I knew Travis had been with many other women before me, but I also knew that this woman meant more to him than all of those others put together and definitely a lot more than me.
I rudely turned my back on her and looked up at Travis. “What do you say we get out of here and go somewhere peaceful?” I asked him.
He nodded once, walking out of the room, pulling me after him, not having to be asked twice. He obviously wanted out of there. He got on his bike, and I slid on behind him. We were out of the garage and on the highway in record time.
A little while later, he pulled up to a hotel and booked us a room. When we got up to the room, he grabbed the room phone and ordered room service. I watched him storm to the bedroom right after, and I sighed.
I hadn’t ever seen him like this, and it bothered me. He was angry and upset. This woman showing up had really affected him.
I walked into the bedroom after him, taking a seat beside him on the bed. His face was in his hands. He didn’t look up at me like I had expected him to. “Travis, baby, talk to me,” I pleaded.
He looked up at me, and I frowned at the tears in his eyes. It broke my heart to see him like this. Travis was a strong man, and he didn’t cry over anything.
“I thought that I had left Leanne far behind,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “I can’t face her again. Not after knowing what I did to her.”
I wanted so badly to understand what he was feeling right then. “Why does Leanne being here bother you so much?” I asked him quietly, grabbing his hands in mine, supporting him yet fearing his answer.
“She’s the only woman that I’ve ever loved,” he said quietly. I felt my heart break even more. “I was capable of doing that to her even though I loved her. I never wanted to see her again. I can’t handle seeing her, knowing the pain I inflicted.”
I felt my heart completely shatter in my chest. He had loved her? Did he still love her? Obviously, since she still affected him so immensely. That fact bothered me. I may not be in love with Travis, but I deeply cared about him. I didn’t want to lose him to that bitch.
“Did she love you back?” I whispered. I had to know.
He drew in a deep, shaky breath. “She says she did, but I don’t know for sure.”
I stood up from the bed and kissed his cheek softly. “I’m going to get a shower, okay?” I murmured. “Just lay down and relax. Watch television or something.”
I walked to the bathroom, softly shutting the door behind me. I stepped into the shower, clothes and all. I was desperate to numb this horrible feeling. I had to get out of that room. I felt like I was slowly being suffocated.
I didn’t know what to do from here. The only woman Travis had ever loved was back, and I was just the girl that he happened to knock up. He could leave me right now to go back to her, and it wouldn’t faze him in the slightest. Love was a very strong emotion, and I knew it had the power to conquer all else.
I grabbed my phone off of the counter, calling Amy with the shower still running. “Hey, beautiful,” she said when she answered the phone. “Is everything okay?”
“No.” I sobbed, tears beginning to pour harder down my face. “Amy, he loves her. What the fuck am I going to do?”
13
I guess I had been in the shower for longer than was necessary to bathe according to Travis’s standards because he soon barged his way into the bathroom, calling my name, a hint of worry in his tone. I had been off the phone with Amy for a while now, and she had given me her classic Amy advice: Katie, you’re the biggest bitch I know, so do what you do best.
Problem was, I didn’t know what that best was.
Travis moved the shower curtain aside, and his eyes moved down to the floor of the shower where I was sitting. He cursed upon seeing me. I knew I looked a mess. My eyes were bloodshot and red-rimmed, and my cheeks felt raw from all the crying I’d done.
Without any hesitation, he stepped into the shower fully clothed and sat on the shower floor with me, pulling me into his arms. A sob ripped from my chest, his warmth and care breaking me down all over again.