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Part Two: Chapter Sixteen

CAL

I made my excuses and left her with her friends.

I would rather watch paint dry then watch them look at me like I was the guy that broke their adorable Luke’s heart.

Hypocrites, all of them.

I still couldn’t give a fuck about that; I never meant to hurt him.

You can’t help who you fall in love with, and that woman wasmine.

I weaved through the crowd as I browsed the little stores, stopping at a jewellery hut, antique rings glinting under the fairy lights. I smiled as I studied them, an idea forming in my mind.

I moved on, casting my eyes back to where Gretchen was, and saw she had been joined by two guys whose identity I couldn’t make out from where I was standing.

I sighed, making my way back over to see she was now being pushed against the wall by the dark-haired one, who I realized with a sickening feeling was Luke.

The worst part was the way she was looking at him.

I slowed, wanting to see what happened next. I shook with rage as I grit my teeth, determined to see what she did. He was close to her face now, and I saw her eyes on his lips.

If she kisses him, I’m going to fucking murder them both, right here in this shitty little town.

I was close enough now to hear their conversation.

“You’re still as beautiful as you were then.”

No fucking shit, Sherlock. The slimy bastard.

He went in to kiss her and I held my breath as her hands went up to his shoulders, the pain in my heart crippling. But then she pushed him away, and I heard her delicate voice speak.

“Luke, I’m sorry but—”

I’m done.

“She’s with me,” I growled as her eyes flickered to me, wide with surprise and relief. I folded my arms across my chest, so I didn’t punch the cunt in his throat.

“Cal/Leo. What a pleasant surprise.”

I didn’t trust myself when he spoke again, his eyes narrowing as he looked at me with disgust.

“When she was with me, she didn’t flinch if I went near her. She didn’t jump when she was touched. What the fuck have you done to her?”

He squared up to me and I bit back a snarl as I pushed past him, determined not to disappoint Gretchen further by ripping his head off at the local festival. Hardly the scene any of us wanted.

When she was with him, she wantedme.

When she was with him, she didn’t know what love was.

When she was with him, it was fucking practice for meetingme.

“Well, I didn’t cheat on her for a year,” I smirked at him. “She’s not your concern, she’s mine,” I pushed Gretchen against the wall softly as he spoke.

“I told you he’s no good. I tried to warn you.”

I ignored him as he walked away into the crowd, my rage still bubbling deep inside of me. I closed my eyes as I breathed, desperately trying to remain calm.