Page 58 of Hangman Untamed
“Fuck that, what you need is to let me explain.”
“Pfft, no explanation necessary. I saw what happened with my own eyes. Saw that bitch’s vagina juice all over your cock, a cock I might add, that wasn’t wearing a condom. So, now I have to book an appointment with my doctor to make sure you didn’t give me an STD.”
“The girls are clean; we make sure they are. Monthly. I didn’t give you shit. Now would you just turn around and look at me?”
“Really don’t want to, because when I think of your face, all I want to do is punch it.”
“Justine,” he pleads with me.
“No!” I snap and whirl around to face him once I’m in my living room. “We’re over, Hangman. That’s all there is to it. We’re done. Fucking done!” I scream.
“We’re not fucking done!” he yells back at me, getting in my face. “We’ll never be done. But I will let you have some time, a few weeks to calm the fuck down and then we’ll talk.”
“Whatever, a few weeks, a few years, it changes nothing,” I sneer at him. Because it doesn’t. Fuck him and his bullshit.
“I meant what I said last night, might have been drunk while saying it, but I fucking love you. So, no, I’m not letting you go. No matter how much you fight this, you’re mine. I’ll change, I swear.”
Typical, male bullshit. He’ll never change. He should have learned his lesson when he lost his first wife. I don’t say anything to him and just stare at him, waiting for him to leave. He must see something in my eyes that he doesn’t like because he cups my face gently. “I swear I’ll make it up to you. I vow it.” He kisses my forehead and walks out of my house, leaving behind my key like I wanted.
Why does this feel so shitty? I hate this. I never wanted to feel like this ever. I had enough hate and anger coursing through my veins thanks to my fucked-up mother, now I’m dealing with it in my love life.
I go to my computer and boot it up, transferring the money I spent on Melissa’s debit card from my account back to hers. Thankful she let me have a night to myself, I shoot her over a little extra. I know she’ll probably get mad about that, but she deserves it.
With everything done, I decide to head back to bed to wallow in my misery.
Chapter Forty-five
Hangman
“Fuck!” I roar as Ithrow a lamp across the room. I’ve lost Justine, I know it. Fuck me and my dick for not thinking shit through last night. I knew I shouldn’t have done it, but I did. She’s stronger than my ex-wife ever was, standing up to me like that.
Where Vicky would just sink into herself and not speak up, Justine is opposite, calling me out on my bullshit. Last night was fucked-up and shouldn’t have fucking happened. I knew I had a good thing with Justine, and I blew it.
Now to figure out how the fuck to fix what I broke in her. Seeing her today...fuck, I hurt her more than I ever thought possible. Her eyes were just dead as she looked at me, and I wanted so badly to scoop her up into my arms and tell her everything would be okay. But it’s not. It’s not fucking okay, and I don’t know how I’ll come back from this.
If she was different, I would have told her to suck it up, this shit is part of our world, but knowing what I had before and lost, I don’t want to go through that again. Can I be loyal? That’s the biggest question of the fucking night, can I truly not stick my dick in anyone else except for Justine?
