Devoted Protector: Book 2 in the Fierce Protectors Series by Jade Dollston

Author:Jade Dollston [Dollston, Jade]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2023-01-30T18:30:00+00:00

Bristol

As soon as the door clicked closed behind Waylon, I let myself shatter. I felt as though every bit of happiness in my life had just vacated the premises, and it broke me. Collapsing over onto the couch, I curled myself into a ball and cried until my face was raw.

Why does it have to be like this? Why the fuck can’t I just be normal? My sobs deepened, making it hard to catch my breath. When I opened my eyes, it felt like the overhead light was piercing my skull. Shit! I was giving myself a migraine.

I had lied to Waylon when I told him I didn’t have feelings for him. And I had been lying to myself that I was just having a bit of fun and great sex. What I hadn’t realized were the depths of my feelings until he walked out that door, leaving me alone and gutted.

As the tears spilled down my face, I became angry, consequently at the one person who was innocent and wasn’t here to defend himself. I was angry as fuck at Jared. For dying. For those words he had mouthed in his last moments. Promise me. I had promised him, and I had meant it with all my heart at the time. But who knew a sweet, beautiful giant would crash his way into my heart a few years later?

My heart. My damned traitorous heart. The guilt train chugged around my brain as I realized that I had broken my promise to Jared and let someone steal my heart from him. I was angry and sad and so many other things that only made my head pound even worse.

There was no way I could drive to Oz today with this headache, so I pried one eye open and found my phone on the coffee table. I quickly sent a text to Regina letting her know that I was ill and couldn’t come today. That sent the guilt train on another cruel circuit. Here I was crying so hard over a man that I wasn’t supposed to care for that I couldn’t go see my fiancé and his mother.

I was fucking disgusted with myself. I peeled my body from the couch and found my migraine pills in the bathroom. Popping one, I drew my blackout curtains across the window and curled up on my bed, comforted by the smell of Waylon on my sheets. And that brought about another round of crying, which triggered even more shame. The cycle of guilt was a vicious bitch.

Waylon’s words skittered through my aching brain. You have brought so much happiness to my life, and you deserve better than this, Bristol Hopkins.

I wanted more. God help me, I did. I wanted so much more. But Waylon was wrong. I didn’t deserve it. Dammit, why had I pressured Jared to keep his job? He never went more than a couple months without working, so I knew he would have found another job fairly quickly. Why did

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