“And your private jet. Don’t forget the jet.” Eddie’s grin gets bigger.
“How could I?” I chuckle.
Cam leans his forearms on the bar and stares me in the eyes. “Jay, we’re your mates, your best mates. So, don’t you ever fucking keep anything like that from us again. You got me?”
“I got you.” I tap two fingers to my head in a salute.
My heart might still feel heavy over Samaya. But it feels lighter from telling them the truth.
Cam straightens up, and as his eyes lift, he freezes. I know he sees something behind me because there’s a distinct shift in his expression.
Someone’s here, and I have a feeling it’s someone I don’t want to see.
I swear to God, if it’s Drake, I’m going to nail the cunt to the wall.
“There’s someone here to see you.” Cam lifts his chin in the direction of the door behind me.
I look deeper into Cam’s expression. He doesn’t look angry. He looks…pleased.
And that has me spinning my stool around, my gaze zeroing in on the door.
My breath catches as my eyes connect with hers. My heart takes off like a racehorse in my chest.
I slide off my stool, my feet hitting the floor with a thud.
People are moving between us, but I don’t lose eye contact with her for a second.
I need to do something. Go to her.
I force my feet forward, cutting up the space between us.
My moving seems to set her off, and she slowly walks toward me.
We stop a few feet away from each other in the middle of the pub.
“Hi.” Her voice is soft but laced with unease and a hint of sadness.
And it reaches into my chest and curls around me.
I can’t speak.
I’ve wanted to talk to her all day, and now, I can’t think of a thing to say.
Everything I want is standing in front of me, and I’m here, acting like a fucking mute.
All I have running through my mind is that I want her to stay.
But, the last time I said that, I sent her running.
I want to take the fact that she’s here as a good sign. That she’s changed her mind, but I know better than to presume things in life because, sometimes, presumption can come back to smack you in the face with reality. And she hurts like a motherfucker.
“You’re here,” I finally say because I’m a dumb fuck and because it’s all I’ve got at the moment.
Her eyes move from my face and lower to the floor, her lips pressing together, and my heart sinks.
Because, in that moment, I know she isn’t here to stay.
I rub the heel of my hand against the ache in my chest.
“You’re not staying, are you?” It’s not a question because I already know the answer. I just need to hear her say it.
I need to know why she’s here.
Her eyes—eyes that always make me think of the sky on a sunny day—lift back to mine.
I can see a world of sadness in them. The sadness she always thinks she’s hiding is now clear for me to see.
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One Last WishRomance
Samaya Raichand jumps on a plane , off to London to visit her mother's home town and the place her parents fell in love, With one last wish to complete things she hasn't been able to do Before the tumor takes over her life. Little did she know she w...