I glanced at my watch. We have a meeting to get to.” I stood from my chair.
Later that evening, as I was sitting on the terrace with a scotch, I decided to text Sam back. A text that would break her heart. I couldn’t face her. Finn was right. I was a coward. But I’d rather be a coward than face her and watch the tears stream down her face. I couldn’t bear that. Pulling out my phone, I started typing.
Hey. Sorry for the late reply. I was in meetings all day long.
I waited for the three dots to appear. And there they were. My heart beat violently inside my chest.
That’s okay. I know how busy you are. It was a crazy day for me, too, with the students.
I wanted to know more about her day, but I just needed to get this over with.
Sam, there’s something I need to say. We won’t be seeing each other anymore
What? Why?
“Because you’re a high school teacher and…
I deleted and started over.
Honestly, I was only using you to restore my image. Why do you think the press was always around wherever we went? I called them and told them where we’d be so they could photograph us. I’m sorry. I never intended for it to go this far
Three dots appeared and then vanished.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Samantha
I cupped my hand over my mouth as I read his text. Tears sprang to my eyes as I sat on the couch in disbelief. I started typing back, but stopped. There was no way he was taking the easy way out and doing it over text messages. Fuck him. If he didn’t want to see me anymore, he’d have to tell me to my face.
I jumped off the couch and went to Zoey’s room.
“Hey, baby. I have to run out. I’ll be back.”
“Where are you going? It’s after eight o’clock.”
“There’s something I need to get for class tomorrow. I totally forgot. I’ll be back in a bit.” I tried to hold back the tears.
“Okay. Be careful.”
“I will.” I softly smiled.
I climbed into a cab and gave the driver Weston’s address. Once I was in front of his door, I pounded. He answered it with a shocked expression.
“If you want to stop seeing me, you tell me to my face!What are you? Fifteen years old? Even my students know better than that.” I pushed past him.
“Sam—”
“No!” I whipped around and pointed at him. “You don’t get to ‘Sam’ me right now.”
He closed the door and stared at me as my arms were crossed tightly over my chest.
“You ended things with me in a text message. You completely blindsided me! You didn’t even have the decency to tell me to my face, you corporate coward! Well, guess what? I’m here. So tell me to my face!” I spat. “No explanation. No conversation. Just a fucking text. I thought what we had meant more than a paragraph and a period. Wait.” I pulled out my phone. “You didn’t even use a period!”
“We won’t be seeing each other anymore,” he said, running his hand through his hair.
“If this has anything to do with your childhood, I swear to God, Wes.”
“You fucking know it does.” He pointed at me and walked over to the bar and poured himself a drink. “I already told you that I don’t do relationships. I made that very clear. But every time you look at me, all I see is you planning our future. There is no future for us, Sam. It’s over!” He shouted to make it clear.