Evin's Fight (Southern Charmers Book 3) by Ahren Sanders (books to read for teens .txt) 📗

“I’ve never wanted to lay into a woman in my life, but that look on your face is threatening my temper.”

“Maybe we should change the subject.”

“Wish I could, but what she did tonight put a black cloud of suspicion in your head.”

“I told you, I overreacted.”

“No, what you did was react. There’s a difference. Hours ago, we sat on that sofa and you admitted something special and valuable to me. You gave me your trust. She planted seeds of doubt. That pisses me off. She made the mistake of giving me an ultimatum, but if she hadn’t, there still wouldn’t be anything between us.”

I flinch at his bluntness and drop my eyes to the floor. “Ultimatums are a deal breaker, I guess.”

In an instant, he’s in my space, lifting my chin and giving me no choice but to face him. “Ultimatums are shit anyway you word them, but you want something from me and it means a lot to you, I’d work my ass to the bone to make sure you got it. She would not get that. No one but family ever has.”

As much as this thrills me, I can’t hide my curiosity. “What did she want from you?”

“We had different views on our situation. I thought we were on the same page. In her mind, her pussy had more control than it did, and she tried to use it.”

“I’m not like that. I’d never assume my…” I swallow hard, hoping I don’t sound foolish, “… my pussy controlled you.”

At my words, all the frustration drains and his beautiful lips curve up. “Another reason you’ll get anything from me. You don’t realize it but already have the power. The big difference here is nothing about us will ever be casual.”

“I’m sorry,” I repeat.

“You have nothing to be sorry for. Except for my texts with Ryanne earlier today, I have nothing to hide.”

“I acted like a total bitch.”

“No, you didn’t.” He pauses, his thumb rubbing along my chin and eyes filling with concern. “But, baby, we have to talk about what happened back there. I understand it upset you, but your first instinct was to run. You went into fight-or-flight mode quicker than anyone I’ve ever seen. You also made a snap decision to end things without giving me a chance to explain. There was a second I didn’t know if I could get through. I swore I’d never pressure you, and I’m sorry, but time isn’t on my side here. Let me in on what is in your head.”

My stomach twists and humiliation sets in. For us to move on, he deserves to know my story. Even if it means slicing open the wound of raw betrayal.

“It’s not a pretty story.”

“Already figured that out on my own. There’s no way I can leave tomorrow with this between us. Tell me what happened to you, so I make sure it never happens again.”

“I’ll tell you everything, but first make me a promise.”

“Anything.”

“When I explain, promise me you’ll never look at me differently.”

“Nothing you could tell me would ever make me see you as anything but perfect.”

The tenderness and sincerity in his voice are all it takes. If I can trust this man with my heart, I can trust him with my ugly past.

“In college, I was in a serious relationship with a man that cheated.”

“Poppy, he was an idiot. You have got to know, I’m not that man.”

“He was nothing compared to you. But he wasn’t the idiot in this situation. I was inexperienced and trusting.”

“Just because you weren’t sleeping with him doesn’t give a pass to cheat. That’s not a man, that’s an asshole. Don’t take that on yourself.”

“Sex was only half of it. And even with the humiliation and the unfaithfulness, I was grateful to him for not taking that from me. He left me with that small piece of dignity.”

“I can understand how that would scar you, but it was a long time ago.”

“It scarred me, but not how you think.”

His body visibly tenses, but his thumb continues to graze gently along my jawline. He patiently waits for me to continue.

“Cheating wasn’t the worst part. Isaac Blake did the ultimate betrayal.”

He freezes and his eyes flash with recognition. “Isaac Blake the Tight End in the NFL?”

“Yes. But he wasn’t in the NFL yet when we dated.”

“What did that fucker do?”

I suck in a deep breath and prepare to tell him the secret only a few people in my life know.

“Isaac Blake slept with my sister.”

Chapter 9

Evin

I sip the whiskey, staring at the bathroom door while replaying her words over in my head. It’s one thing to get hurt by an asshole that can’t keep his dick in his pants. But to fuck her sister?

When the door opens, she gives me a small smile that doesn’t meet her eyes. Every instinct in my body screams for me to take her in my arms and tell her nothing else matters, but my curiosity is winning out. I want to know everything.

She takes my hand and guides us to the sofa, folding into me when we sit.

“I haven’t been completely honest and upfront with you about my birth family. For you to understand what happened, I need to go back to the beginning.”

“I think it’s pretty obvious your sister fucked you over.”

“It wasn’t the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last. When you leave tomorrow, you need to know the truth about who I am.”

“I know who you are.”

“You know who I am now. The woman I’ve spent almost eight years becoming. But there’s a lot more to this story and a history that can’t be denied.”

“Baby, I don’t want you upset—”

She places a finger to my lips. “You deserve to know.”

A knot forms in my gut at the possibilities of what she’s about to share. Although nothing could shock me more than knowing my Poppy dated an NFL superstar and he banged her sister.

“My parents are Marco and Karen Bindel.”

I jerk involuntarily,