Bittersweet Hate (Bittersweet #3) Read online

  I look up at him and see the contemplation going on. I see the unsureness and fear in his eyes. He opens his mouth to say something and then closes it again.

  “You can do this Corey; you’re not your father. I believe in you.” I try and say anything that I can to make him stay to be with me. He’s the glue to us, to everything.

  The suddenly, it’s as if a mask has been pulled over his face. The Corey I had grown to know over the months is replaced by someone I don’t know.

  “That baby isn’t mine; you and I both know it. Secondly, I am my father. I’m not a one man relationship kind of guy…” His voice is so stern and filled with so much anger and venom.

  The tears stream down my face. Anger surges through me, who the fuck does he think he is. This is what people do when they’re fearful they spit words in an attempt to get the others to leave.

  “I know you’re afraid, but so am I.” There’s a moment of silence as I wipe the tears from my face.

  “That’s fine, but you can be afraid alone. I’m afraid of nothing, and most definitely not some girl I had a fling with.”

  Some girl? Everything he has said up to this point has hurt yes, but to call me some girl? I’m not some girl, I’m Mimi fucking Jones and I will make sure he never forgets it.

  “I’m not some fucking girl, Corey.”

  “Yes you are. We fucked, it was hot, it was great, you’re an awesome lay, but that’s all you’ll ever be to me.”

  He pulls his shirt on before I can even mutter another word, to in shock by his admission to really say anything. Does he really expect me to believe him? His words?

  “Leave. Get out.” I scream not wanting to have a fucking thing to do with him right now.

  “I will and I won’t be back. I don’t want to hear a fucking word about that baby, or about you. I don’t want to be a part of your life. The person you thought you knew isn’t me. This is me.” He yells, down the hall. I hear the front door slam and three things sink in:

  1. I’m going to be a mother.

  2. Cory never truly loved me.

  3. I’m completely and utterly alone.

  Epilogue

  Corey

  Did I really just walk out on the one thing I loved more than anything? Did I throw my whole future away? Her words kept playing over and over again in my head. Why did I say such hurtful things? Why did I have to lash out? You’re scared, my mind answered for me.

  I was scared. I was deathly afraid of being like my father, but here I was being no better than him. At least had the audacity to stay with my mom after having kids with her. All I could do was run. I desperately wanted to turn around and tell her I meant none of those things. In reality I didn’t. But I needed some time. I need to clear my head and see if I could even be the man she needed me to be.

  But I knew, just knew I would have to find a way to win her back to fix things. Mimi would be mine again someday soon.

  To be continued…

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  Acknowledgements

  Firstly, this book would have been nothing without all of you fans. At the end of the day I write for you and solely you. Secondly, I have to give it to my street team for putting up with me. I whined and cried to them often, and they were always there to give me the boost that I need. Love you gals so damn much. #snorkels #bananas

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  Table of Contents

  Prologue

  Dat Ass. Dat Ass.

  Bowling Alley Sluts

  Home Sweet… Home?

  Same Old Same Old

  Love at first SLUT

  Friends with Benefits

  Secrets

  Baby Got Back

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgements