Page 86 of Forbidden Fruit
What the hell am I doing?
After my long shower, I pull myself together and head toward the living room to talk to Abigail. “Abby?” I call out when I reach the hallway.
“In here. Come in,” she replies from her and Calvin’s bedroom. I cringe, feeling sick to my stomach. God, I’m such a bitch.
“I’ll… just wait downstairs,” I stammer, not wanting to step into that room, especially now.
“Okay, I’ll shower quickly. Then you can show me what you’ve been working on,” she says, her voice light and carefree. As I head downstairs, my mind is spiraling. I know Calvin is in there, too. Are they showering together? Is he going to touch her the way he touched me? Fuck her the way he was just fucking me? The jealousy, the guilt, the pain all hit me at once.
He hasn’t seen his fiancée in almost a month. I’m surehe’ll be all over her soon, and the thought makes me feel like I’m going to be sick.
I know I have no right to be jealous. Calvin never promised he’d leave her, and a part of me doesn’t want to take him away from my sister; she loves her new life, and I love her. But can I really give him up?
Well, you can’t give him up because he doesn’t belong to you.
“Blair?” Calvin’s voice pulls me from my thoughts, and I look up. He’s standing there, dressed in a suit and tie, and I’m reminded that he’s traveling to Wisconsin tonight. That, along with everything else swirling in my head, makes my tears fall freely.
In an instant, I’m wrapped in his arms. He holds me tightly, whispering, “Worry me.”
I shake my head, even as more tears slip down my cheeks. “I’m fine… I’m fine.” I keep repeating it, but the more I say it, the harder I cry.
“Ask me,” he says softly.
“What?” I sniff, looking up at him, confused.
“This is about your sister, right? You’re wondering if I fucked her before I came out here.” His bluntness makes me flinch, and I shake my head quickly.
“It’s none of my business. I don’t want to know,” I say, pulling away, but he doesn’t let me go far.
“You really think that low of me? That I’d have my dick in you less than ten minutes ago and then go fuck your sister?” He sounds offended.
“Well, can you blame me?” I bite my lip the second the words slip out. I know I’ve said the wrong thing. Calvin steps back, and the coldness that sweeps over me is worse than the tears.
“I’m going to let you sit with that for a couple of days. I’ll see you when I get back,” he says, his voice cold.
“Cal—”
“No, you’ve said your piece.” And with that, he’s gone, leaving me standing there, missing him already.
A few minutes later, I’m sitting on the couch, the TV on but completely ignored. All I can think about is Calvin and how I just picked a fight right before he left for two days. Why did I say that? He looked so hurt.
“Are you crying? Why are you crying?” Abigail’s voice startles me as she plops down next to me.
“No, I’m not,” I deny quickly, turning away.
“Your eyes are red. You can’t say you’re not crying.”
“It’s the movie, okay? It’s sad,” I lie, waving her off. I don’t even know what’s playing. She laughs lightly.
“Aww, you’ve always been emotional with romantic movies. You’re too cute,” she says, pinching my cheek.
“Alright, enough,” I say, rolling my eyes. “Let’s talk about your wedding. You should try on your dress. It’s not completely done, but I need to take more measurements. I left it in my room so Calvin wouldn’t see it.”
I wince as I push up from the couch, my thighs clenching and ass flaring with heat, another sharp reminder that I was spanked within an inch of my life not twenty minutes ago.
“You okay? What’s wrong?” Abigail’s voice is full of concern as she glances over at me.
“I’m fine,” I say quickly, forcing a tight smile. “I think I just slept weird or something, my back’s a little sore, that’s all.”
