The Last Time–2
It was always the same pattern. She would come to me when she needed to satisfy her urges. When she wanted to get fucked. She would use me. Use my body. Then she would leave like it meant nothing. Like I was just a living dildo to her.
“Why the fuck did you stop?” she looked at me confused, like she didn’t understand.
“You’ve got some fucking nerve asking me that?” I growled, tired of how she treated me.
“Get out.”
“No. I’m not leaving. Not until you tell me why.”
Fuck. Was she really that clueless, or was she just playing dumb? I couldn’t believe she
would ask me this. Couldn’t she see what was wrong with what she was doing? Or how
she was treating me?
“Jaxon,” she called my name, trying to grab my hand. I took a step back, glaring at her.
I was disgusted with myself. I couldn’t believe I’d allowed her to treat me and Wyatt this
way for years.
“Tell me one thing,” I took a deep breath. “Do you care about me?”
She looked at me for a second before averting her gaze. It fucking hurt, hurt so bad, but it
was the confirmation I needed.
“Do you feel anything for me apart from lust?” My voice sounded raspy and strained even
to my own ears.
I had never asked her this. Had never directly asked if she cared about me. I shouldn’t have had to, because it was pretty obvious she didn’t.
“What about our son?”
I could take anything. If she fucking didn’t love me, I could accept that. But what I couldn’t accept was her refusing to love Wyatt. He wasn’t a stranger, wasn’t a child I adopted. He was her son, yet she refused to acknowledge him.
When she remained silent, my heart continued to break. The silence between us was
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