Redemption by Shey Stahl

Author:Shey Stahl [Stahl, Shey]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: Shey Stahl LLC
Published: 2020-09-06T18:00:00+00:00

A verbal command issued by the referee that the one-minute rest between rounds has ended, signaling that the fighters, trainers, coaches, and cut men must leave the corner and return ringside for the start of the next round.

I didn’t leave. I couldn’t. For twenty minutes, Destry sat outside, and I remained on the couch, still in my dress, crying. Beside me, my phone vibrated. I glanced at the screen and the notification that I’d missed a call from Jared.

Destry came back in so I set my phone on the table. He didn’t say anything and picked up a beer on the table, diverting his eyes from mine.

After taking a drink, he set the bottle down, still with no eye contact. His expression remained the same. His eyes focused on the ceiling when he finally sat down beside me. “I’m not trying to make you feel like shit.”

My eyes drifted to his. “Why couldn’t you have read the article?”

He closed his eyes and breathed in deep. “Nothing in that article is going to tell me why you wrote it.”

I bit the inside of my cheek nervously. “I wanted everyone saying that you threw the fight to know there was more to you than what they thought.”

His head bent forward, shaking slowly as he took a seat next to me. “You don’t even know me.”

“You’re right… I don’t. Because you wouldn’t let me. I know the guy who treated me like shit, and I know the one who fucked me. And they’re two different people if you ask me.”

“Tallan....” He grimaced, refusing to look at me, as if doing so would be painful for him. “You look at that shit from my angle. You came to me looking for a personal trainer. You started asking questions. You asked me to fuck you. And you wrote that article and knew personal shit about me I hadn’t told anyone else. How would that look to me?”

“But you didn’t even read it.”

His palms pressed to his face, digging at his eyes, and then he groaned, dropping them beside him. “No. I didn’t. And I still haven’t. I won’t.”

“Why?”

“Why do you think?” I didn’t like where this was going, and he knew it by the way his eyes wouldn’t meet mine. “I don’t give a shit what it says. You broke my trust. You should have told me in the beginning you were writing it.”

I should have done everything a lot differently. I shouldn’t have trusted when Silas called me after five years. I should have been more curious as to why and how he got my number. Instead, I was starstruck in a way. I should have been concerned when Marcus pushed me to write the article. I looked for details for a living, yet I missed that one. I also should have told Destry in the beginning.

A stabbing sensation twisted in my chest, and it was trying to beat around this foreign object, and this vital organ was simultaneously breaking in two, yet still trying to beat around the very thing that was ripping it apart.

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