Wanting Reed (Break Me) BOOK 2 by Antoinette Candela Read Free Book Online Page B

myself up over this. I’m pretty much a bloody, messy pulp and could be taken for dead right now by the way I feel inside. My heart has been outlined in white chalk. DOA. “I never meant to hurt her.”
    “Fuck the bullshit, man. Just stay away from her. You’ve hurt her enough. I had to pick up the pieces. I always do.” He takes a step toward me, and I gladly approach him. I don’t back down to anyone.
    “I’ll do whatever she wants, man,” I counter, clenching my fist to my side. “I’ll stay away from her.”
    “Good. That’s what she fucking wants,” Tyler growls before he turns and walks out the door.
     

     
    Luke is parked at the curb outside the terminal, asleep behind the wheel with the radio blaring Maroon 5. I kick him out of the driver’s seat because I missed my Hummer badly. One thing is for sure; he took care of it. It’s spotless and the wax job makes it shine like a diamond. He did put a few miles on it, but I’d rather have that than a few scratches.
    Our conversation is light during the ride home. It is mainly one-sided and includes Luke asking me about Texas and the cheerleaders. While weaving in and out of Boston traffic, I don’t have the stomach to talk about what I saw at the airport. I’ll deal with that shit later.
    “Dude, do you seriously think she’s actually going to talk to you?” Luke asks, closing the door behind him. I throw my bag onto the floor and sit down on the edge of the couch, raking my hands through my hair in irritation as I stare at the floor. “You fucking left without a trace. Poof! Like David Copperfield and shit,” he says, snapping his fingers. “Just chalk it up to experience and move on. I’m sure another chick will come along and you can rock her world and live happily ever after if you want to.” He walks into the living room and throws his keys onto the coffee table.
    I look up and fucking stare at the blank screen of the plasma TV with my pathetic reflection looking back at me and fight the urge to throw the remote at the fucking black hole. I need to get out of here, I fume as I lean back against the couch and close my tired eyes. If I had been honest with her, maybe I wouldn’t be sitting here ready to destroy just about everything around me.
    “Listen. Come out with me. Let’s hit a couple of bars and maybe see if there are some new co-eds and shit. You can’t stop livin’ over losing some girl.”
    Fuck. I lost her. I open my eyes and blankly stare over at Luke, not sure what the fuck I’m looking at because everything seems unfocused, fuzzy and distorted. The only thing that is fucking crystal clear is seeing them together at the airport. I saw them holding hands. She hugged him, and he had his arm around her and kissed her on the cheek. He fucking kissed her! He is doing all the things that I’m supposed to be doing with her. I knew there was a chance she would move on. I prayed that she wouldn’t, but why wouldn’t she? I did exactly what Luke said I did; I disappeared without a trace.
    Tyler’s a good guy, but I also knew he had a thing for her from day one. Maybe I should fucking buy a one-way ticket back to Texas, but I know for damn sure I won’t do that. I need to talk to her, even if it’s for the last time. I’m ready for whatever she throws at me. I know I deserve it. I spring up and glance between Luke and the couch, which was the last place my body was touching hers before I took her to my bed. Damn. I definitely can’t stay at home tonight.
    “Shit, I’m down. Give me a minute to change and I’ll drive.” I head down the hallway where I had her over my shoulder the last time before I made love to her. Fuck. I close my eyes and clench my fist; I’m livid with these emotions and can feel the hurt and rage bubble to the surface.
    “Are you sure about driving? It looks like you can use a few,” he states, placing his hand on my shoulder.
    “Yeah,” I answer, even though I fucking require more than a fucking