Filed to story: Swallow Me Whole (Sadie & Ashton) Book Free
I spring up in bed so fast the room spins around me. The abrupt movement wakes Ash, and he sits up too.
“What’s wrong?” Voice thick with sleep, he settles a hand on my shoulder.
I turn to him, evidence of my snooping in my hand, glowing in the dark. A dead giveaway, but I don’t give a shit.
“It’s Corinne,” I say, barely hiding the tremor in my voice.
He flips on the lamp on his side of the bed, and his focus lands on the phone in my hand. When he flicks his gaze up to meet mine, I hate the guilt I spy there. Wordlessly, he takes the cell from me, and his mouth melts into a frown as he scans the message.
My vocal cords are frozen. I can’t ask him what the hell is going on—all I can do is sit and watch while he calls Corinne.
Corinne…with a baby.
She answers, and I detect her panicked voice from where I’m sitting, naked next to Ash in the huge bed where we kissed and touched and admitted there’s something real between us. Where I fell asleep in his arms not two hours ago believing we had a future.
I’m gulping down the pain and fighting tears as Ashton’s soothing voice fills the room.
“Everything’s gonna be okay. I’ll be right there.” He pauses, and her high-pitched voice comes through the cell again, though I can’t make out what she’s saying. “No, just stay put. It won’t take me ten minutes, okay?”
She says something else, and he must have convinced her since he ends the call. Then his blue eyes are on me, dark and full of guilt but also a plea.
“Sadie,” he chokes, reaching for me.
Before he can touch me, I scramble from the bed and search the floor for my clothes. “Just go.”
“Goddamn it, Sadie. Don’t you dare shut me out now.”
“Go!” I shout, launching one of his shoes at him.
“Let me explain.”
“You don’t have time, remember?” I find his other shoe and toss it to his side of the bed. “Ten minutes, you said.”
Raking a hand through his bedroom hair, he exhales a long breath. “Please don’t leave like this. At least wait until I come back so we can talk about it.”
“You should have talked to me about it earlier, before I had to find out by a stupid text.” I find my dress and pull it over my head before wedging my feet into my heels. My face is wet with tears, and I wipe them away in anger before shooting him a glare. “How could you keep something like this from me?”
“I just found out.” He finds his jeans on the floor and tugs them up his thighs.
“When?”
“About a week ago.” He doesn’t look at me as he admits it, and he can’t deny he had plenty of time to tell me, especially considering where we’ve been headed. But he didn’t say a word about it, and that makes me wonder what else he’s been hiding.
“Are you fucking her?” The thought makes me ill, and I silently beg my heart to stay in one piece as I wait for an answer I probably don’t want to hear.
“From the minute you put your mouth on me in that damn club, I haven’t been with anyone.” He pauses, and a tightness takes hold of his features. “I tried that night, but I couldn’t do it, Sadie.”
I don’t know what to do with that, so I focus on pulling myself together long enough to get the hell out of this hotel room, to get myself home without having a total meltdown. I grab my purse and head for the door.
“Have you ever known me to lie?” His tone is strained with desperation, and I’m scared to look at him because I’m worried he’s on the verge of tears. I’ve never seen him cry, but I hear the shake in his voice now, the tightness of his words as if his vocal cords are trapped in molasses.
And I’ve never known him to lie—that much is true.
Settling my hand on the doorknob, I swallow past the lump of hurt forming in my throat. “I need some space, Ash. Just do what you need to do.” I try to leave, but he’s behind me before I get far, one palm against the door, his bare chest heating me through my dress. His presence cages me in, and I shiver, my resolve threatening to waver.
“Sawyer, don’t go.” He nuzzles my neck, and his breath is a hot caress on my skin, an unwanted reminder of what it’s like to be close to him. “I’m afraid if you walk out that door, we’ll never fix this.”
My throat thickens at the thought. “What if it can’t be fixed?”
“I refuse to accept that.”
“Maybe it’s a sign we’re better off as friends,” I say, shaking my head.
He doesn’t speak at first, but when he does his words send my heart into an endless tumble.
“I’m in love with you.”
And that’s when I feel the crack. It’s tiny, but it’s there, threatening to bust me wide open. I risk a glance over my shoulder, and it takes everything in me to ignore the temptation of his lips only inches away. His ice-blue eyes are shrouded in fear, dark lashes blinking away the pain.
“That’s not fair, Ash.”
“It’s the truth. Running away won’t change it.”
“Love won’t change the fact that you have a baby mamma either.” I feel him flinch, and when I move to open the door, he doesn’t stop me. I rush into the hall and try blocking out his pleas for me to wait, but as I rush to the elevator, he’s mere steps behind me.
“Sadie, don’t leave like this. Please.”
I jab the down arrow. “If you care about me at all, you’ll let me go.”
“That’s like asking me not to breathe.”
The doors slide open, and I escape into the safety of the elevator before turning to face him. Though he doesn’t follow me inside, he’s still stopping the doors from closing by sticking his bare foot out.
“You’re wasting time. Corinne needs you.”
The defeat on his face as he moves out of the way almost breaks me, but I grit my teeth to keep quiet. The doors come to a close and shield me from the pain of his expression. Adrenaline is coursing through me by the time I make it to the parking garage, and that’s when everything hits me square in the chest. Tears cloud my vision as I unlock my car and slide behind the wheel.
I know Ashton has a past. The night I saw Corinne hanging all over him, I knew he was fucking her. And a few weeks before that, it was some tall brunette girl with a shy smile. The month before that, it was another blonde.
The amount of women he’s been with goes way beyond my fingers and toes. But to think that he got a girl pregnant and didn’t tell me about it, even after I gave him my heart…
That’s not something I can easily ignore. The guilt on his face when I uttered her name won’t leave my mind either. He knew he was in the wrong by not telling me.
So why didn’t he?
So fucking stupid, Sadie.
Maybe he would have explained if I’d given him a chance. But he’d been needed elsewhere, and I’d needed to get out of that hotel room so I could breathe again.
So I could push down the panic clawing my gut.