Page 4 of Snowed In with My Ex

“Yeah, and that’s worked out fucking fantastic for you, hasn’t it?”

“You’re right.” I sighed. I should have known better. When Nick set himself up this way, so damn stubborn he didn’t know what was right there, right within his reach, it was like talking to a goddamn wall.

“I should get going. Dinner was good.” I patted my stomach, but I couldn’t even keep up with the act. “Allie and I broke up, by the way,” I shared.

I knew it was only a matter of time until Nick asked why she hadn’t come to Thanksgiving dinner. The fact he hadn’t already told me just how preoccupied he’d been with his thoughts of Blanca.

Before he could say a word, I put my hand up and kept talking. “Sometimes, doing what we think is the right thing fucking sucks. I just wanted you to know that. And honestly…” I looked away because that thing in my chest fucking hurt.

Jesus! I’d been an idiot.Acting like I didn’t give a shit when I did. Fuck, I wanted Allie so fucking badly, I didn’t know which way was up. I’d been trying to do the right thing and not do something crazy like ruin her plans and dreams and everything she worked toward her entire life by knocking her up.Whether she knew it or not.

“Honestly, you and I? We’re idiots,” I finally muttered under my breath before my dark gaze met his blue one. “Don’t be a dumbass like me. Talk to her. Try and make something work, or else it’s going to be you and me when we’re old, and that’s fucking sad.” Without giving Nick a chance to ask what the hell had happened with Allie, I left.

I headed home, having walked there since I only lived a block away. My head full of Allie and her smile. Then, as quickly as that image popped into my head, so did the one she had worn the last time I saw her.

Tears in her eyes.Jesus, those tears made my insides burn.Disappointment glaring in my direction so fucking strongly I had no idea how the fuck my damn knees had kept me upright. The worst part about it was I had been the only one to blame.

I walked into my house and straight to my bedroom without looking at anything. How the hell had I been with her for six months and the ghost of her was everywhere I looked? I turned on the TV on auto pilot before I took my time changing. Even in my walk-in closet she haunted me. I could see her there, plain as day. Her smiling face, wearing my favorite raggedy shirt as she stared at me like I was everything she could have ever dreamed of. Like I was some kind of hero in a romance novel. I’d sat her on top of the dresser and ate her while I kneeled on the ground in front of it

This was what my life was going to be like.

A house filled with the ghost of her.My Allie.The only remnant I had left because I couldn’t go after her. I could only watch her like some kind of creep from the shadows across the street. Renting different cars so she wouldn’t recognize mine.

I couldn’t go after her, or else I’d fuck up her life. But I couldn’t stay away either.

My brows bunched. Jesus. With Nick and I, it was going to be like a real-life version of that movieGrumpy Old Men. I just wasn’t sure if I’d be Jack Lemmon or Walter Matthau.

Probably Walter’s character with how damn sad life felt. It was all so damn depressing. In an old shirt and boxers, I got into bed and flipped through the channels. Nothing caught my attention.Nothing at all.

I only had Allie on my mind.

Finally, I gave up and shut off the attempt at getting lost in some nonsense show and lay down. Looking up at the crisp white ceiling, I sighed.

Yup. This is what life has in store for me.A lifetime of solitude and loneliness because I was a damn idiot.

My phone pinged, and like it had for the last two weeks every time I got a text, hope spread through me.Will it be Allie?And just like every time I checked who a text was from, I grimaced, and my lips thinned. Nope. Not Allie.

Nick: You were right. Life is too short. Hope you know that, too. Whatever happened with Allie, fix it.

Yeah, right.If it were only that simple.

Alaska ‘Allie’ Villanueva

“Daddy,”I gasped. The dirty little nickname tumbled past my lips as my body held on tight.

“Just like that, baby girl. Fuck! Just like that,” he grunted.

Winston Nash was a god.

Not only with how handsome he was, the definition of masculine beauty, incredible muscle definition that came from going to the gym along with time outdoors, but the way he controlled his body, the strength he had as he worked in and out of mine.

“Oh,” my voice squeaked. My head fell back onto his shoulder. My legs were unsteady, and I was about to slip. But I should have known better. Winston held me to him. He’d never let me fall. Not ever. His hand slid up and held my neck. I felt the way it tightened around me when I swallowed, and a loud whiney sound erupted from me. “Daddy,” I cried.

“Take it like a good girl,” he grunted. The depth of his voice made everything inside of me warm up. God, I loved his voice. How he talked dirty. “Fuck, just like that. Jesus, this greedy little pussy is going to break my dick right off,” he rasped, his hips never missing a beat, our bodies in sync.

“Baby!” I gasped. I was so, so close.

“You like how daddy fucks you, don’t you? Going to ruin you,” he promised. I was pretty sure he already had. “You won’t ever think about anyone else, princess. Just me. You and me. Always,” he promised, and I let myself believe him. Winston swiveled his hips and started to fuck me harder, like he had lost the little control he had, and I was more than happy to be his little toy. His hands held on to my hips tightly before swatting my ass.