Managed Read online Kristen Callihan (VIP #2)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Funny, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: Series: VIP Series by Kristen Callihan
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Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 109637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
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I wince.

And she winces too. “I’m sorry. That was shitty. I didn’t mean it.”

“You wouldn’t have said it if you didn’t mean it,” I say quietly.

Her eyes narrow. “So you meant every word you said to me then?”

There’s a trap here. I can see it laid out, waiting for me to fall into. Only I have no idea how to circumvent the damn thing.

“I shouldn’t have shouted at you,” I say. “I regret being so…” Vicious. “Aggressive.”

“But you don’t regret what you said.” A flat statement.

Irritation flares. “What do you want me to say, Sophie? We had words. All couples fight.” And then they make up. Why can’t we get to the make up part of the program?

Apparently, we aren’t anywhere near that segment.

Her expression goes colder. “Couples trust each other.”

“This again? You lied to me,” I bite out. And that hurt me. Somehow that is harder to admit.

“And I apologized,” she snaps.

I should let it go. I know this. “You lied to me about someone who…fuck all, Sophie. He’s been inside you.”

I don’t even know what I’m saying, only that the thought of him being with Sophie turns my stomach and makes me want to pummel something.

Her mouth falls open. “You’re jealous? Of Martin?”

Her voice saying his name sets me off. “More like disgusted by your life choices.”

Shit.

She gasps. I can’t take the words back.

“Sophie…I didn’t—”

“First I’m immature, now I’m disgusting?”

“You are not disgusting.” I take another step toward her. “I spoke out of turn. I am a jealous prat. I didn’t expect to be, but I am.”

I move closer. If I can just get to her, simply hold her, things will be all right. They have to be.

But she holds up a hand, warning me off. “Look, I’m going to stay with Brenna tonight.”

This is wrong. She shouldn’t go. “You should stay.”

A bitter smile pulls at her lips. “But I don’t want to.”

I swallow so hard it hurts. “Oh.”

Brilliant rejoinder. Bloody brilliant.

She makes a noise in her throat as if she’s thinking the same thing. “Like I said, I don’t want to stay on the tour either.”

My body strains toward hers. “Why?” It sounds more like a plea than a question.

She huffs out a toneless laugh. “Jesus, you can’t be this thick. You gave me an ultimatum. Either grow up or get off the tour. And by what I’ve heard from you tonight, all this is moot anyway. And you know what? I don’t want to grow up. Not if it means being coldly clinical like you, so I guess I’m out.”

She grabs the bag I’m only now seeing and heads for the door. My feet are rooted to the ground. I have to force them to move, to follow her. I feel hollowed out and numb. My head pounds with her angry words.

“Wait,” I say.

She doesn’t turn. “You know,” she says. “I like you just as you are, faults and all. But you clearly don’t accept me for who I am.”

“That’s not true!” I’m walking faster now. But she’s already at the door, opening it. “Sophie.”

She pauses, but still doesn’t look my way. “Leave me alone, Gabriel. I’ve reached my limit tonight. I can’t talk to you any more.”

Give her space. That’s what men are supposed to do when a woman requests it, aren’t they? I don’t know. I’ve never had a woman I wanted to call my own before. It feels wrong, but I’ve done everything wrong at this point. So I shove my protests aside.

“All right. Good night, Sophie.”

“Goodbye.”

The door shuts with a soft click, and I am alone.

* * *

Sophie

* * *

Just get to the door. Just get out of the room and then you can lose it.

He lets me go with a softly offered, “Good night.” As if he hasn’t just torn me apart all over again.

As if he hadn’t just told Jules I was out. No first class this time? Well, fuck you and your first-class tickets.

A sob tries to break free, and I hold it in by sheer will. My feet propel me down the hotel corridor, but my body is throbbing with this horrible, dull pain. He fired me? And then acted like it was all on me?

I should have thrown it in his face. But I’m so hurt, so shocked. I don’t know what to say. I can’t think properly. I thought he loved me. True, he never said the words, but every look, every action… That was love. It had to be.

And yet here I am again, coming in second to a man’s business needs. It wasn’t as if I didn’t have warnings this time. I knew Gabriel put the band above all things. But I had hoped there was equal room for me.

I make it to Brenna’s room. My knuckles feel brittle as I knock on her door.


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