Kingston

Fifty-three

"of course. Why didn't you call your boyfriend?"

"shut up, promise you can get it done for me?"

"no problem Kat, anything for you. And listen, about what happened with him..."

"no, I don't want to know. We'll deal with it when we can."

"I know. By the way, you're not in charge of my bachelor party."

I rolled my eyes. "I feel awful."

"nah, you had a legit reason. Don't worry, I'll text you the details."

"you're the greatest person on earth. Thank you Jax."

The line clicked off and I sighed. I walked into my bathroom and realized all my stuff was at home. Not this home, my other home.

I walked into the guest room and when I finished up I went back into my room to call Aly.

I should call him. He hasn't called me. He's probably passed out in the bar somewhere.

I heard the door fly open.

My heart began to pound. I felt a ringing in my ears and my mind was in so many different time zones.

I didn't turn around, but I knew it was him. His scent danced around the room, warm vanilla whisky and sandalwood.

I heard his footsteps, and then the door shut.

"look at me. Please." he said, and I shut my eyes, feeling everything rushing back to me.

'stop trying to run my business'
'what part of that don't you understand'

I shook my head. Without turning around I asked, "what are you doing here?"

"at least look at me. Please."

I sighed, and turned around.

He looked scruffy, like he didn't sleep. His eyes were dark underneath and I don't think he combed his hair. He had light stubble framing his face and he was in the same clothes as last night.

"what do you want?" I asked, knowing full well what I wanted from him.

"I'm sorry Kat. I am so fucking sorry you have no clue." he said, and the look in his eyes was something to be photographed and framed, because I doubt it'd happen again. He looked at loss. In pain, excruciating pain. But most of all, he looked apologetic. Though it wouldn't be so easy.

"you're apologizing? I can't believe you're capable of that." I said in return, and turned my back to him again.

"I'll get on my fucking knees right now Kat. I really am sorry."

I bit my lip, feeling the quiver in it from last night.

"what brought all this on?" I asked.

"I drank myself to sleep and it was okay, then I woke up and you weren't there and that's where the fucking problem started." he said, and I turned around slowly.

"God, look at you, I made you cry. You have no reason to forgive me baby, really, you don't. But I need you to know that I'm sorry, and I wasn't in a good place last night and I shouldn't have fucking taken it out on you." he said, and ran a frustrated hand down his face.

"do you even know all the things you said to me?"

"I know, and I didn't mean a single fucking word, I just, I had so much running through my head. And it wasn't fair to take it out on you, I know that but I just don't know how to deal with it. I wasn't mad at you. I was an ass. I acted like a child just because I was upset about something else. I really am sorry."