The Last Time – 2

It was always the same pattern. She would come to me when she needed to satisfy her urges, when she wanted to be fucked. She would use me, use my body, then leave as if it meant nothing, as if I were merely a living dildo.

“Why the fuck did you stop?” she asked, looking at me with confusion, as if she didn’t understand.

“You’ve got some fucking nerve asking me that?” I growled, weary of her treatment. “Get out.”

“No. I’m not leaving. Not until you tell me why.”

Fuck. Was she truly that clueless, or was she playing dumb? I couldn’t believe she would ask me this. Couldn’t she see what was wrong with her actions, how she was treating me?

“Jaxon,” she said, reaching for my hand. I stepped back, glaring at her. I was disgusted with myself, unable to believe I’d allowed her to treat me and Wyatt this way for years.

“Tell me one thing,” I said, taking a deep breath. “Do you care about me?”

She looked at me for a second before averting her gaze. It hurt, hurt so badly, but it was the confirmation I needed.

“Do you feel anything for me apart from lust?” My voice was raspy and strained, even to my own ears. I had never asked her this, never directly asked if she cared. I shouldn’t have had to; it was pretty obvious she didn’t.

“What about our son?” I could take her not loving me; I could accept that. But what I couldn’t accept was her refusal to love Wyatt. He wasn’t a stranger, not a child I’d adopted. He was her son, yet she refused to acknowledge him.

Her silence was deafening, my heart breaking with each passing second.

“I’m fucking talking to you.” I forcefully grabbed her chin, making her look at me. Tears filled her eyes, emotions I couldn’t comprehend. Her tears would have moved me in the past, but not anymore.

I was fucking tired. Tired of being the warm body she occasionally used to get off. Sighing, I released her as if burned. I was struggling with my emotions, on the verge of losing it. Fuck, why did it hurt so much?

“Jaxon, I—”

I didn’t let her finish.

“Get the fuck out of my house, Aurora, before I say or do something I’ll regret,” I shouted, the urge to shake her overwhelming. How could she not see the pain she was causing us, causing Wyatt…or did she simply not care?

“Please, listen to me.”

“So you can spew more bullshit? Or manipulate me into sleeping with you?” I tried to calm myself. “You’re a selfish bitch, and I won’t let you play with my heart or my son’s anymore. Leave our lives, Aurora. We don’t need you. We never did, and we never will.”

“You and I are done. I don’t want you anywhere near me or Wyatt. I hope that fucking love you have for Sebastian keeps you warm on your lonely nights when he’s with Thea. A woman you could never match up to, and I hope when you see Thea and Sebastian together, you feel the same pain you’ve caused me. Now, get the fuck out!”

With that, I grabbed her arm and threw her out of my house and my life. Thea was right. I deserved better than Aurora. It was time to let go of my love for her because she wasn’t worth it.

The Last Time – 2

From now on, she was nothing to me. I didn’t fucking care if she lived or died.