sakura
Tapping my foot, I clutched on to the steering wheel and stared at Callan’s closed garage door. I chewed on the inside of my cheek and cursed underneath my breath.
Where the hell is he? Still fucking Vera?
I glanced into the rearview mirror and spotted him driving up his driveway. When he saw me, he slammed on the brakes and parked his car without driving it into the garage, like he usually did when I was with him.
Unable to stop myself, I threw my car door open. He hurried out of his car and over to my side, brows drawn together.
“Sakura, what are you doing here? I’ve been looking for you all over Redwood. We need to talk.”
“Yes, we do.” I shoved him back because he was too close. I had come here to show him what he was missing, what he had lost, but I couldn’t get anything out, except, “Was it all a lie? Was it all a fucking lie?” Every word that came out of my mouth was spoken louder and louder. I couldn’t stop myself. I was almost screaming in the middle of this driveway with all his neighbors around.
But I couldn’t keep fucking doing this. I wanted answers.
So, I shoved him again. “Hmm? Answer me!”
“Sakura, please, calm down,” he said, his voice a whisper.
He took my arm and pulled me inside the garage, where it was more private.
Because God forbid his neighbors find out he’s been cheating on his wife.
“I just want to talk.”
When we reached his front door, I yanked my arm out of his and stormed into the foyer. Fury raced through me. Hot tears welled up in my eyes, but I pushed them back. I’d come here for one thing. For revenge. To show him what he had lost.
I wouldn’t be the weak Sakura he knew.
Today, he wouldn’t take advantage of me. It was my turn.
“What you heard,” Callan started, shutting the door behind himself, “it wasn’t—”
“Shut up,” I said quietly, narrowing my heated gaze at him.
Callan stared at me through wide eyes. “You’re misunderstanding. I didn’t mean what I—”
“Stop!” I shouted, tears building again because I couldn’t control myself. “Stop lying to me.”
“I’m not lying to you, Sakura,” he whispered, tucking some hair behind my ear.
I smacked his hand away. “You told the principal that you wanted to fuck somebody else, another girl. Do you know how that fucking sounds? Did you think you could just screw me over like that? Do you think I’m that naive? That I don’t understand what you’re doing?”
“I’m not doing anything, except trying to protect you,” he said.
“From what?” I shouted.
I felt like I was going fucking crazy.
“You literally killed somebody in front of me and then wanted to fuck somebody else behind my back.” I shoved him back again. “I hope that you had a good fucking time with Vera this afternoon because I officially hate you.” I shoved him again. “I hate you so much.”
One last shove, and he fell back onto the couch.
“What do you mean, did I have a good time with Vera? Vera Rodriguez?” he asked, as if I was that fucking stupid. He knew exactly what I had meant. Even João had said something about them together. “What does she have to do with any of thi—”
I climbed on top of him and grabbed his chin in my hand, squeezing my fingers against his cheeks. “I don’t want to hear it. I’m going to show you what you lost, Callan Avery. And when I’m done, you’re going to be sorry.”