Helanie:
He grabbed the phone out of my hands and slowly deleted the conversation while I sat and watched him do it.
"Let’s forget about it and never give our wolves the authority to speak," he laughed, finally looking so relieved.
So he was only worried that Jessica would see those texts? The texts that he didn’t even send me—it was his wolf messing with me.
"So, how did you spend your evening?" he acted like everything was fine. But I was not fine. Even when it wasn’t his fault. He had every right to shut me down for being a nuisance.
And that’s what angered me. Why the hell would I do anything like that? Or have any kind of feelings for the man who had made it clear so many times that he only wanted Jessica?
"I had fun. Goodnight." I had enough of my foolishness. I’ll keep my distance from him.
"Hey, what’s the rush? Wait, you were coming to the mansion because you thought I would be stressed out?" He finally realized what I was going to say.
"Actually—forget it, Norman. I’ll head back now," I clenched my jaw as I said his name.
"Why are you—hey, did I offend you?" Hearing his voice was making me lose my mind. I wanted to turn around and punch him in the face.
To kick him and scratch his face for making me foolishly grow feelings for him.
’And here comes the confession,’ Cora sighed.
It was such a messed up way to admit to myself that I was indeed falling for him.
"No! I’m just sad we didn’t meet a few hours ago. We could have rejected each other—ugh! Now I have to wait another month. Poor Jessica, she’ll have to wait another month to be in your arms," I spoke bitterly, arms crossed over my chest.
I was the one in the wrong here.
"It’s not that bad. You’re upset because I said—listen—I wasn’t angry angry—" He was now making excuses because he finally realized he was too blunt when shutting me down.
"Oh, please—" finally, I snapped like a loser who couldn’t take rejection. "I wasn’t really interested in your nudes either, Norman. If I want to see someone, I’ll text Emmet, Maximus, or Kaye—" I was now waving my hands as I stared directly into his eyes.
"But Maximus and Kaye also have—" he shut up because I interrupted.
"Oh, shut the hell up, always reminding me who’s with whom," I didn’t know what got over me, but the rejection embarrassed me.
"Hey, language!" Norman hissed, but I clenched my jaw and gave him the middle finger, watching his eyes widen.
"I had so much respect for you until now," he hissed again as I jumped out of his car.
"Well, nobody forced you. So go back home, coward!" I yelled as I started walking back into the hostel.
"Really? Why am I a coward? I’m not! I didn’t come here because I was scared—it was something my wolf did—" he came out of the car, trying to explain.
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