Pink Daisies Part 14
There was a knock on my door. My pen paused on the rough draft of my latest article, “Come in.”
I caught a glimpse of blonde before continuing with my commentary. A hand moved through my hair onto the back of my neck while the pen was taken from my hand.
“Long time no see,” Jordan whispered in my ear.
“I could’ve waited longer.”
“Why would you want to do that, babe? We have some major catch-up time to attend to.”
“No, we really don’t,” I stated, refusing to move while he tugged at my arm.
“Then why’d you ask me to come over?”
I stood up and looked up into his cold stare. I grabbed hold of his shirt and pulled him into a kiss, “To tell you I fucking hate you. To kiss these cheating lips one last time. To look you in the eyes and know I have moved on. To see that the control you had is long gone. I want to understand I am with someone a thousand times better than you. I overall want to know I never truly loved you. Your power over me is gone, Jordan Staal. I let you torture me long enough, but now I refuse to let that happen anymore.”
Jordan’s eyes filled with shame, “I’m sorry for doing this to you.”
“You don’t even know the half of what you did to me, Jordan. You didn’t see the tears, hear the screams, and feel the despair. I thought you loved me and I got stabbed in the back and the heart.”
“But, but, I did love you. I still do love you. I made a mistake!” Jordan pleaded, tears starting to form in his eyes.
The feeling of authority I had felt left upon seeing his tears. I let go of his shirt and hugged him.
“Humans make mistakes, Macy. I’m only human. I love you.”
“You broke my heart.”
“You broke mine, too.”
“I guess we’re even then,” I said, cozying up to his fit physique.
“Can we get back together?” Jordan asked, playing with my hair.
I immediately took a step away from Jordan. I began shaking my head, “No, we can’t.”