Destroyed: A Dark Enemies to Lovers Billionaire Romance (The Men of Bolt Corporation Book Two) by Gammage N.J. & Wombolt K.A

Author:Gammage, N.J. & Wombolt, K.A.
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Wombolt Publishing Llc
Published: 2024-09-28T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 27

Corrine

“WE WERE ON A BREAK!”

The line makes me smile no matter how many times I rewatch Friends. Except this time, I wonder if Xavier or I could technically make the same explanation that Ross tries to use when defending his actions to Rachel.

Were we on a break when I let Sam come to my place and come in my bed? And my couch? And the shower?

Are we still on a break now?

It’s not like he truly remembers being in a relationship with me. So, I wonder, has he made choices like I have, assuming it’s okay to be with someone else while we’re figuring out what we mean to each other all over again?

I continue to muddle over this feeling that is new to me. I think it’s guilt. Because I believe, deep down, that Xavier is still the man I fell in love with, deep down, and that the fact he’s possibly been pussy deep in someone else makes me a little unhinged.

I sigh, pausing the show and stretching from my couch. I’ve been laying low all day, still slightly shaken up from the events with Xavier and the truths we’re stumbling upon together. I’m lucky that my assistant manages much of the day-to-day needs of the galleries if and when I need her to, though I much prefer to control things myself. But today, today… I couldn’t muster the “oomph” to look put together when I felt a little broken inside.

I had told Riley and Sebastian the high-level details of Xavier and me regarding how the evening events unfolded following our copious rounds of shots. What I hadn’t truly acknowledged then or now is the feeling of hope that night left within me. With that hope comes the fear that comes with falling in love, knowing that there’s no certainty, no 100% guarantee.

I have been able to hold onto anger because it’s easier. I’ve been angry about the car accident, angry that Xavier doesn’t remember anything, furious that he never told me about his fiance.

Angry. Because it’s much safer than being scared, lonely, and vulnerable.

I find myself naturally reaching for the open wine in my fridge. I glance at the clock; it’s just past 4:00. Technically, it's happy hour, right? I pour the light Sauv Blanc into my favorite wine glass and rummage for snacks. I plate my slices of cheddar, apples, and pears, placing a bowl of nuts next to them, and smile at my fanciness.

“Classy bitch,” I mutter out loud. I almost laugh because, really, if I were classy, I wouldn’t be eating cheese and cracks alone on my couch while watching Friends for the 100th time. Before I can dwell more on that, something slams against my front door.

What in the fuck?

Then, the noise is more perceptible—a knock or an attempt at a knock. I would be scared, but I hear a voice on the other side, slurring as the knocking continues. It’s Xavier.

I pull open the door, and my mouth practically falls open. Xavier’s a fucking mess.

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