Page 88 of The Sniper
Then shame plows through me.My God, whatamI doing here?These arehisfriends, and when a guy ghosts you, you don’t go to a bar with his pals and expect him to not feel stalked.
God, I’m an idiot.
But he can go to hell asking me that.I mean, his first question after what I’ve been through, and his cold departure, is to ask why I’m at this bar instead ofhow are you?
“Having a drink with Noah.”I stiffen my chin.
“I invited her.”Noah slaps Jayden on the back.“Beer?”
“No,” Jayden’s gaze remains locked with mine.“I’m not staying.”
Oh my god.
What a jerk!
I swallow and force myself not to look away.
He’s angry, but that does nothing to hide the intense passion mixed in those steel globes.But like the stubborn alpha he is, Jayden would rather die than admit how he feels.
A woman knows.
I don’t know why he can’t tell me he has feelings.Does he think I wouldn’t be interested in him because of his job?Because he’s not some rich, famous guy?
If that was who I am, would I be standing in this bar with his friends and sister having a glass of wine?
He hasn’t even given me a chance.
I thought it was about his job...I was wrong.
It’s time I faced the truth.This isn’t about anything except the fact Jayden Rogers wanted to fuck me and then walk away.
“You shouldn’t be here, princess.”
“Who wants shots?”someone calls out, and while I stare back at my former bodyguard, I reply.“Make mine a tequila.And this round’s on me.”
Jayden’s eye twitches.
He glances over at his sister, then back at me.
Then turns and walks away.
I want to burst into tears, but I can’t and I won’t.
