Please Come Back, My Love novel Chapter 97

Chapter 97

I hit send and intmediately started ping again.

My phone buzzed. Not from Elena.

From Dave: [Dude, you good?]

I looked up. The whole table was staring.

“Sorry, I muttered, shoving my phone away. “Work shit.”

The brunette beside me shifted closer, her hand landing on my thigh.

“You look tense, she whispered. ‘Want to go somewhere quieter?”

I should’ve said no.

Should’ve paid my tab and left.

But the alcohol was buzzing under my skin, and when I looked at her again, I saw Elena’s eyes. Elena’s lips.

Fuck it.

“Upstairs,” I said roughly.

The bar had a second floor-private rooms for VIP guests.

The girl led me down a dim hallway, her hips swaying. Behind us, I heard Dave’s voice: “Get some, Blackwell!”

She unlocked a door and pulled me inside.

The room was small-just a bed, a couch, and low lighting that made everything look hazy.

The girl turned to me, biting her lip. “So… what do you like?”

I didn’t answer.

Instead, I grabbed my phone again.

Still nothing from Elena.

Fuck.

The girl stepped closer, her hands sliding up my chest. “Hey. I’m right here.”

I looked down at her.

To the dim light; she really did look like Elena Same brown hair. Same delicate features.

Close enough.

I kissed her.

It was rough-too rough. I could taste the whiskey on my own tongue, bitter and wrong.

She gasped against my mouth, her hands fumbling with my shirt buttons.

buttons.

“Slow down,” she breathed.

But I didn’t want slow. I wanted to forget.

I pulled her toward the bed, my hands already tugging at her dress.

She laughed-nervous, breathy-and pushed me down onto the mattress.

“Let me,” she whispered.

Her fingers worked at my belt, then my zipper. Her mouth closed around

“Shit, I hissed.

She hummed, taking me deeper.

I fisted my hands in the sheets, trying to lose myself in

And saw a stranger.

“Get out,” I said hoarsely.

She blinked up at me, confused. “What?”

“Get. Out.”

Her face flushed red. “Are you serious?”

“Now.”

She scrambled off the bed, grabbing her dress. “You’re a fucking asshole,” she spat, slamming the door behind her.

I collapsed onto the mattress, my chest heaving.

Silence pressed in around me, thick and suffocating.

I rolled onto my back, staring at the ceiling.

And then-before I could stop myself-1 slammed my fist into the mattress. Once. Twice.

“Fuck!” I roared.

My phone buzzed.

I grabbed it, hoping-praying-it was her.

But it was just Dave: You alive up there?

I threw the phone across the room.

It hit the wall and clattered to the floor.

I sat up, running my hands through my hair, my breath ragged.

“What the fuck does he have that I don’t?” I whispered to the empty room.