“My father called me Bella, but I go by Raven.”
“Good to know.” His words were like jagged paper cuts against her bare skin. She tried not to jerk back from his cold mockery. “It’s kind of funny that I played completely into your hands, isn’t it? I pursued you. I originally asked for the job to restore your bar. I stayed late at closing and showed up at the gym. It really was my fault, you know. I had no idea this whole time you had another agenda.” He began walking back and forth, tapping his finger to his mouth. “It makes sense now. The biting anger and sarcasm beneath your words. The way you looked at me sometimes with hatred. Studied my brothers and asked questions about my family. Convinced me to share secrets after sex. It was all for information gathering.”
“No, it wasn’t,” she interrupted. “I wanted to know more about you and your family—for me. Because I was beginning to truly care about you, separate from our past. Don’t you see we can move forward from this? We can even heal some of the rift between our families, and all these years of bitterness.”
“Because you don’t blame my mother anymore?”
“Yes. I don’t know if we’ll ever know what truly happened, but I don’t believe she was using my father.”
“I’m glad you don’t blame her anymore, Raven.” He spun around and faced her. His next words came like slow, deliberate bullets, and tore through her. “But I do blame your father. My father thought he was a coldhearted, manipulative bastard who wanted my mother’s money and saw an easy way to get it. And I do, too.” His blue eyes blazed like fire, but it wasn’t the warm kind that wrapped you in heat. No, this was the type that destroyed and broke, leaving nothing in its wake but devastation. “I think he was a liar, and I think you’re just like him. You only care about yourself, and you’re willing to hurt anyone else along the way to get what you want.”
“You can’t believe that.” She forced back the tears, strengthening her voice. “You’re angry and feel betrayed, and I understand. But I’ve never lied about my feelings for you. I know you feel the same way about me. You told me tonight.”
“I was wrong. It was just fucking, after all. I look at you now and feel . . . nothing.”
She shook her head. “Don’t say that. Don’t walk away from us.”
“There was never an us, Raven, or Bella, or whoever you are. There was just pretty lies, and great sex, and a mystery that’s now solved. Now I want you to get out of my house.”
“Dalton—”
“Now.”
He turned and walked out to the balcony, leaving her behind. Slowly, she rose from the bed and dressed, her movements numb. Heart shattering, she pushed through the raw pain and paused with her hand on the doorknob.
He needed time. With time, he’d calm down, they’d talk more, and they could fix this. He was in shock and needed some space to realize it was real between them.
Clutching that mantra to her heart, she left the room.
chapter twenty-four
The week passed in a fog.
He worked on the deck at the Sullivans’. He steered clear of the office and made sure to give constant excuses for why he wasn’t at dinner or around Morgan and Cal’s building site. He stayed away from My Place and ignored Raven’s daily phone calls, refusing to listen to her voice mails. He buried himself early in his room with a bottle of Cal’s whiskey and drank himself into a stupor. Then repeated the next day.
This was what he had feared. This was why he’d locked himself up so tight no woman before had been able to break him open. All those years he couldn’t return a woman’s affections, until now.
Maybe he was being punished. How many women had longed for him to return their feelings? Dozens? He’d wrapped himself in a bubble, and no one had ever busted in. Worse, he’d never felt like he was missing out on anything until Raven came into his life and made him . . . want.
Lies. All lies. From the moment they’d met till the last moment in his bed, when he said the words. Stupid. He’d been so stupid to think it could last, or be different. Sickness twisted inside him at the thought of her father haunting him even years later. The man had destroyed his family and killed his mother. If it weren’t for him, she would’ve been safe at home that night. And Raven knew all along while she manipulated his emotions and made him fall for her. He couldn’t stand the humiliation, and constantly analyzed each moment between them, picking apart the stories he’d shared with her and wondering if she’d been taking notes for the sole purpose of proving his mother was at fault.