LOVE AND HATE (A Billionaire Romance) (53 page)

I stood up and snapped, “I’m so done with you, period.” I stormed out of his room, annoyed with him.

I felt guilty, knowing that I was taking the first excuse I could to free myself from the relationship with Matt. I didn’t really like him, I admitted to myself. It was helpful at first, a good distraction from Blake, but it was time to end it. I wished that I really did like Matt, because it would have made my life so much easier. I hated that I still had feelings for Blake. It had been over a month, and except for the few isolated incidents, we had barely seen each other.

I walked back to Matt’s room, knocking hesitantly, guilty for taking my emotions out on him. I had to talk to him, explain to him why I couldn’t be with him. He opened the door, holding the ice pack to his head. He wore a cold look on his face and asked, “What do you want?”

“Look, Matt,” I started, looking down, having a hard time saying the words that needed to be said. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. I just want you to know that I’m not breaking up with you because of a petty fight between you and Blake.” I lifted my head, looking into his eyes as I continued. “I have feelings for someone else, and it isn’t that I don’t like you, but I just can’t get over those feelings. I’m really sorry, and I hope we can still be friends.”

He was quiet for a moment and finally, he let out a yielding sigh. “Well, I appreciate your honesty, I guess. I’ll see you around.”

I gave him a small smile and said, “In a different world, we would have been really good together.”

He shook his head and shut his door, simply saying, “See you around, Alyssa.”

I walked away, grateful for the closure, but guilt still loomed over me. My phone rang, distracting me from my nagging thoughts. “Hi, Dad.” I felt relieved to hear a comforting voice.

“Hey, honey. How is school?” he asked.

“Good,” I commented. “So what’s up?”

“Debbie and I are going to Blake’s game Friday. It’s at five, so make sure you’re there,” he told me.

I bit my lip, knowing Blake wouldn’t want me there. “I have a lot of homework, Dad,” I said, hoping to get out of it.

“It’s just one night, and it will make Debbie happy. Do it for your pop,” he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice.

“Okay, Dad. I’ll be there. Love you.” I suppressed my irritation at breaking down and agreeing to go.

“Love you too, pumpkin,” he replied before hanging up.

I sighed, thinking about how much had changed in the last year, beginning to miss when it was just my father and me against the world.
At least he’s happy,
I thought.
Even though I’m not.
I frowned because I had to patch things up with Blake. We couldn’t spend the rest of our lives together in an angry, hostile environment. This football game was just one event in a long list of family vacations and activities that would take place. Whether we liked it or not, Blake and I were going to have to deal with each other, and we both deserved to be happy. We would have to come to a solution. We were a family, and we had to act like it.

***

I slid on a summery blue dress with a white cardigan, ready to go watch Blake’s game with our parents. I had thought again about trying to skip it, but I missed him desperately. I headed to the field, grateful to see that our parents hadn’t arrived yet, giving me time to find a seat in the bleachers, which were already beginning to fill up.

I started to climb the steps when I heard my dad’s voice, and I turned. He and Debbie were standing next to the coach. I groaned and mumbled under my breath. “So much for trying to blend in with the crowd.”

I joined them awkwardly as the game was about to begin. I felt nervous and excited all at once, reminding me of when I first fell for Blake. I watched as the team ran out onto the field, the crowd erupting with cheers. We clapped, and I tried to avoid looks from Matt, who was surely not happy to see me there.

Finally, my eyes landed on Blake, and my heart skipped a beat, excited to see him. Debbie cheered loudly when she saw her son, and I laughed at her enthusiasm, my doubts about being there beginning to fade. The game began, and the crowd fell quiet as they started their first play.

I watched Blake intently through the first half, my gaze glued to every single movement he made, mesmerized by his speed and agility. The crowd loved him, as they should, because he scored again and again, landing footballs in the end zone to raucous cheers. When the second quarter ended and halftime began, Blake waved and yelled a greeting at his mom and my dad as he hurried into the locker room. I frowned as he blatantly ignored me.

The same heavy pangs returned, pulling on my heart. I felt so worthless, and I wanted to leave. After the game, which our team won by a huge margin, I watched Blake running to the locker room, and without thinking, I chased after him, telling our parents we’d meet them for dinner. I had planned to talk to him that evening, but I acted on impulse instead. I could hear the crowd thinning.

“Blake!” I called out, still following him.

Luckily, none of the other players saw me, and I found Blake near his locker, sliding off his equipment. He looked up at me and said, “What do you want?”

I was angry and yelled, “You!” He looked bewildered, and I cried desperately, “I want you! Okay, it sucks. You were so angry with me for disregarding you, for excluding you, and for making you feel like you don’t matter.” Tears welled up as I spoke, my heart aching as I talked. “Well, now you’re doing it to me, and I hate it. It’s not fair. I want you in my life, Blake. I need you.”

Blake considered my speech, watching me. He stood up and wrapped his arms around me. “I’m so sorry, Alyssa. I never intended to hurt you. I thought this was what you wanted.”

I cried into his chest, relieved to have his arms around me. I shook my head and said, “I just want to forget everything. I want you back, Blake. I thought that we would be able to just magically be like siblings, but I will never be able to act like that around you. This love we have is too intense, too real. I want to be with you. I want us to be happy.” I finished my rant, my chest heaving and my heart racing.

Blake just stared at me for a moment. He rubbed my back soothingly. “Is that really what you want?” he asked me, his green eyes staring intently into mine.

I nodded. “I love you so much it hurts.”

“I love you, too,” he said, picking me up into the air as he kissed me with unbridled passion.

I kissed him with all I had, so relieved to finally feel his lips on mine again. I never wanted to know the feeling of not having his mouth on mine. His mouth was just as hungry and desperate as mine, foraging my lips and tongue. I inhaled shaky breaths as he slid my sweater off my body, rubbing his hands along my bare arms. I wanted more, so I pulled up the edge of his shirt, feeling his hard stomach muscles. He pushed me against the locker and continued to kiss me while his hands reached into my dress, massaging my chest.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he said through kisses and moans.

“Me, too.” I wrapped my legs around his torso as he kissed my neck. I bucked my hips against his, my body desperate for his.

He backed away to slide off my underwear. His hands were rough as he raked them down my thighs. “I want to taste every part of you I missed,” he growled, kissing my inner thigh.

I leaned against the lockers as he kissed my thigh and pressed his tongue to my sweet spot, making hot breaths heave within my chest. I fisted my hand in his silky hair, pressing him into my warm skin.

He continued kissing my stomach and stood. Looking at me with intense eyes, he said, “I want you right here and right now.”

“We might get caught,” I said, wanting him desperately but terrified someone might spot us. Blake sat down on the bench in front of his locker. Silence was all around us, so when he took my hand and pulled me onto his lap, I straddled him, pressing a hot, passionate kiss onto his lips.

“I want you, too,” I whispered and slid his pants down enough so I could grab his cock in my hands. He was so hard, I flushed and my loins lit on fire. I lifted my hips and guided him inside me, letting out a relieved sigh as I felt him thrust deep. I bounced up and down as fast as I could.

I rode him hard and fast as we kissed, making up for every second we had spent apart with our lips. Blake pressed his hands against my hips, helping me move faster and faster. Small moans escaped from my throat, which was hot and dry.

“Shh,” Blake hushed into my ear. He reached up, clamping his hand over my mouth as I grabbed tightly onto him. Our bodies were pressed together, and I clung to him desperately as I came.

I slid off him and curled against his side. I kissed him softly and said, “I missed being with you.”

“Alyssa, you know we have to tell our parents,” he murmured softly.

I sighed. “Why do you have to ruin such a nice moment?”

“Because it’s the truth, and you know it,” he said, more strength in his voice. I pouted for a second, then nodded my head even though the prospect of telling our parents terrified me.

After putting my things back on, I slipped out of the locker room while Blake showered and dressed. I had told him about my promise to meet our parents at the restaurant for a celebratory dinner, so he hurried out of the locker room. I drove to the restaurant, and after parking, I jumped out of the car, pulling Blake to the side.

“Are you sure we should tell them?” I asked, unsure. What we had was so fragile and precious, and I didn’t think I could handle losing Blake again.

“I really want to be with you. I think telling them is the right thing,” he told me again reassuringly, kissing my forehead lightly and pulling me into the restaurant. “No matter what happens, we do this together.”

“Together,” I whispered, squeezing his hand, feeling foolish for doubting him in the first place.

We let go of each other’s hands before entering the restaurant, but I found comfort in knowing that I wouldn’t have to go as long without his touch this time. With a brave sigh, I sat at the table.

“Great job tonight, honey,” said Debbie, beaming at her son.

“Great game,” my father added with a smile.

“Thanks.” Blake smiled at them.

We waited a while into dinner before telling them, taking time to consider what we would say. I finally let out a shaky breath and took a big gulp of cold water. “Blake and I have some news,” I announced. My body was shaking with nervousness. Blake reached under the table, placing his hand gently and soothingly on my thigh.

“What’s the news, pumpkin?” my dad asked expectantly.

“I know this is probably a little strange for you to hear, and I know this isn’t what you intended when you got married, but…” I trailed off, unsure of the correct phrasing.

“Alyssa and I are in love,” Blake finished for me, and I held my breath as I watched their reaction.

After a moment of silence and an exchange of looks between them, Debbie asked, “What do you mean, you’re in love?”

“Just like it sounds, Mom. I love her, and she loves me,” Blake answered, looking from one to the other. He took my hand and held it on the table.

“Alyssa?” my dad asked, his confused expression almost comical.

“Dad, I love him. I’m sorry it happened this way, but it did.”

The two of them looked at each other again. My father rose, took his wife’s hand and said, “Would you two excuse us for a minute?” They walked out of the restaurant.

“Oh, my God, are they leaving?” I hissed, shocked.

Blake chuckled. “No. They’re right by the door, discussing. I think it’s going to be okay.”

I wasn’t so sure until they returned, smiling. Debbie reached across and put her hand on top of our clasped ones. “All we want is your happiness. If this is what you both want, we’ll accept it. You’ll just have to give us some adjustment time, of course.”

“You’re not mad at us?” I asked.

“I’m not,” she said, smiling at me and turning to my dad. I was almost sure Dad would curse and swear, but to my surprise, he was calm.

“Dad?” I asked, looking hopefully at him.

His face was stern. He wasn’t mad, but he wasn’t happy, either. “We love you both, and you’re adults. I trust you know exactly what you want. I don’t like it, but I’m not going to stop you, either.”

“Mom?” Blake turned to Debbie. “This is okay with you?”

“Son, it’s not exactly what we expected to hear from you guys today, but you love each other, and that’s important. We won’t stand in the way of love.”

Blake and I looked at each other for a few seconds. I didn’t know what to do or say, but the look of confidence in Blake’s eyes told me all I needed to know—everything would be fine. I beamed at Blake and shyly drew closer to him, but not without looking at our parents. They were pretending to be engrossed in each other. I kissed Blake quickly, finding relief in knowing that I could finally love him. The kiss was short and sweet, but it was filled with the promise of sweet beginnings and a road not yet traveled.

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