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“Why!”

“Because you have a mate! One you love. One you want. One you need. And I’m…” I frowned, “Really fucked up.”

“You’ve always been my fucked-up mess,” Blake said, the wordmya bit louder.

“You should go see Ebony and fix whatever damage you’ve done while being with me.” I took my hand off his face. “You know I don’t like her, so I wouldn’t be saying that for her benefit.”

“And what are you going to do, because clearly, you and fuckhead aren’t going to work.”

“I don’t know, but I think my plan to go to Europe is coming closer.” I smiled when he frowned.

“I don’t want you to leave.”

“I don’t see why I should stay.”

“For me, will you stay for me?” His hand ran up my arm. “Come on, Winters, you are encouraging me to go back to the she-bitch. The least you can do is stay around for the fireworks.”

“So, you admit it will have a happy ending.” I grinned.

“No.”

“Uhuh.”

“So, you’ll stay?”

My smile twisted, and I shook my head. “No, Blake, I’m not staying. I think it will be easier if I leave. That way, Zane can move on properly. Pick a woman that can lead beside him.”

“Screw doing it for him.”

I arched my eyebrows. “Are you saying you wouldn’t do it for Ebony?”

His expression dried, and I got my answer.

“Some things just have to be done you know?” I added. “Now, go and see Ebony, plus, I want a shower.”

“I can help you with that.”

“I’m sure I can manage a shower by myself.”

“Nah, you shouldn’t be by yourself, especially standing. Your body isn’t used to it.” Blake got up. “I’ll help.”

I guess Blake had seen me naked many times. Hell, he knew my body better than I did. I guess one more time wouldn’t matter.

‘Don’t let him. I’ll get a nurse.’Zane’s voice was back in my head.

Zane. I forgot about him. My eyes widened. He knew now. He knew I was leaving. Well, it was what he wanted, wasn’t it? He should be happy about it.

Chapter Fifty-nine

ALLIE

I was showered, I was dressed, and I was feeling more human. If it weren't for my head aching, I would say I was completely fine which, according to the doctor, I could go home tomorrow.

The headache wasn’t just going to go away. Apparently, it will take a while for my body to heal, and then it would subside, but there wasn’t much more they could do for me here.

I was sitting crossed legged on the bed flicking through the channels on the television when the door opened.

I frowned. Why was he still here? He hadn’t re-appeared earlier. I assumed he went home. Maybe he had, and he was back?