CHAPTER 42


Knight

After the party, I took Grayson home, but I was so mad at him, I couldn’t even speak.

“We’re not going to your place? It’s closer.”

I didn’t answer.

“Come on, Knight. You can’t not talk to me.”

Tightening my grip on the steering wheel, I said, “I’ll talk to you when we get to your apartment.”

He sighed and folded his arms.

When we got inside, he said, “Okay, let me have it. Tell me what a horrible person I am.”
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I shook my head. “It’s not that, Grayson. You’re a wonderful person. You just don’t believe it.”
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“So, that’s it? You didn’t talk to me all the way home and you took me here just to tell me I’m wonderful? That doesn’t make any sense.”​
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I swallowed because what I was going to say next would be hard. On both of us. “I’m not sure we’re working out, Grayson. I think we need to separate. I need...time.”​
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He clenched his hands and glared. “So you’re breaking up with me? Over Alex?”​
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I was about to lose it again. “Can you hear yourself? This has nothing to do with Alex and yet you’re trying to make it his fault. No. We aren’t working. You and me. I was going to just take a break but now...God!...It’s just over. I’m done.”​
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“How can you say that because of one fight? You just want to chuck everything we have together? That’s insane!”​
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I shook my head. “It’s not just this, Gray, it’s other things. I’ve been feeling like breaking up for a while. We’re just too different, I think. I don’t know, but I’m miserable right now and I can’t do this.”

I hated seeing the tears drip down his face. I cared about him so much, but I just didn’t see myself marrying him and that’s what I wanted. I needed someone I would care about for the rest of my life. Someone I could have kids with. And lately, I wouldn't trust kids to this man. Not when he could get jealous and mad in the blink of an eye. “I’m sorry.” Turning around, I walked away.
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Alex

Weeks passed after that fucked up Halloween night and finally, Dallas and I were able to move into Torendi Towers. Getting off the elevator, Dallas said, “You’re gonna love this, babe. Wait until you see its best feature.”

I smiled. “The bedroom?”
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Opening the door, he said, “Even better.”

“Wow. Better than the bedroom? I’m excited!”
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My mouth fell open when I saw what he was talking about. In the middle of a cool modern space was a basketball court. “No way!” I shouted.
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“Yep. I had this especially renovated just for us. Isn’t it awesome?”
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I laughed. “But babe, you’re horrible at basketball. I’m going to kick you’re ass every day.”

Threading his fingers in mine, he lead me to the gorgeous floor to ceiling windows with an amazing skyline view. Such a difference from my old place that only had two floors and I had to wear earplugs because of all the city noise.

Kissing my fingers, he said, “I’d love for you to kick my ass every day and every night, Alex.”
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“I love you.”

This was the first time he’d ever said those words to me. My whole body was on fire. How did I deserve such a thoughtful, wonderful man? “I love you, too.”
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Later, we got changed. I couldn’t wait to use our court. Dallas was such a spaz at basketball, he shot hoops like a granny. “God, Dallas, this is embarrassing.”


“Hey, babe, I was always doing fashion design, sewing and stuff while you were out doing whatever sport you could. At least I know how to skateboard, kickbox, and surf.”
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Shaking my head, I said, “Throw me the ball and watch.”

I spun the ball on my finger.

“Show off,” he said.
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“Now you shoot it like this, Dallas. None of the underhanded stuff. You’re too athletic for that.”
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He tried as I’d coached and actually made his shot!
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“So, what were you saying about my bad skills? I’m kicking your ass.”

“Beginner’s luck.”


Wrapping his arms around me, Dallas whispered, “Let’s call it a draw and take our athletic skills to our new bedroom. Okay?"
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