What Was Meant to Be

by Q.B. Tyler

The irony that I also taught her to fuck and ended up hurting her way worse than any of those boys is not lost on me.

“You don’t want this.” She moves into my arms and wraps hers around me. “I know you love me.” “I do,” I tell her honestly. I wasn’t about to lie to her after all we’d been through and I wasn’t about to let her think that this wasn’t going to be hard on me as well. “I do love you. But sometimes, love isn’t enough. Sometimes loving someone means letting them go.”

“Yeah, you’re fucked. He looks like a man that came here to play zero games.”

“Yes, Mason. I am insane. I let the woman I love slip right through my fingers. I want her back and I want her back now.”

“You think I give a fuck? You could be married with three kids, and you’d still belong to me.”

“I love you.” Her eyes widen and I shrug, laying all my cards out on the table once in for all. “I’ve always loved you. I’ve never stopped loving you. Don’t marry him.”

“Can’t say that I do. I went to three bachelor parties while we were together and I distinctly remember demanding nudes from you every four hours. So don’t hand me that drunk mistake bullshit because I could have been so drunk I didn’t remember my own name, but I damn sure always knew yours.”

“I never agreed to play fair. Another man asked you to marry him. As far as I’m concerned, he declared war on me first. And you know what they say about love and war.”

“Come for me, Whitney,” I tell her and when I look up at her, I catch her gaze and see the look in her eyes. “Come for daddy.”

The sex with Jacob was amazing. Unbelievable. I craved sex with this man more than I did anything on Earth.

I do as she says, turning around and getting on all fours already feeling exposed and yet fucking invigorated.

“Mmm, I love how down you are for anything. How down you are for me. Anything I ever want to do, you trust me enough to do it.”