Free The Forever Broken (Broken #3) by Ker Dukey

of my conquests. Fuck! Fuck! I’m always thinking with my dick.
    “I’m sorry,” I blurt and quickly put distance between us.
    “I don’t want you to be sorry.” She takes my hand in hers
and my eyes drop down to watch her link our fingers. It makes me feel
invincible, like nothing else matters because this girl, this amazing,
talented, clever, beautiful girl, finds me worthy enough to put her dainty hand
in mine. “I just want you to be sure that this is what you want, and that
you’re not acting on grief and impulse.”
    She drops her head so her chin is nearly resting on her
chest. “I can’t just be one of those other girls for you, a one-night girl.”
    I squeeze her hand in mine and for now I just want to
pretend I can have her, if only for today. “I don’t want you to be that. You’re
nothing like any other girl to me. You’re so fucking unique sometimes I find it
hard to breathe in your presence.” I squirm a little in my seat. I’m not used
to being this open with girls.
    Her face lifts and turns to mine and her eyes have
glassed over. “Really?”
    Damn, she has no idea how incredible she truly is.
“You’re the only girl I want to be around,” I tell her honestly.
    She sniffs up and chuckles. “Even when I’m riding you for
not concentrating enough?” She cocks her brow and it’s adorable.
    “Even then.”
     
    My heart begins to pound so loudly in my chest that it
thunders in my ears, blocking out whatever Jillian is saying. Through the
window of the diner I see Mya, her hand is lying on top of Adam’s and she looks
deep in conversation but his other hand is clenched on the table and his head
is down.
    She’s fucking told him before I have had a chance to.
    Adam gets up and leaves with her following after him.
    I can’t fucking move, despite Jillian tugging on our joined
hands and laughing at me.
    The door swings open and Adam comes barrelling out. Mya’s
feet stutter when she sees me standing there.
    “I’m so fucking sorry,” I blurt out, stumping Jillian who
looks up at Adam when he stops in front of me with a look on his face that I
can’t decipher. “It only happened once. I was drunk and stupid. I wore a condom.
I don’t know how this happened…” I rush out, trying to explain but sounding
like a fucking douchebag. Nothing I can say will make what I did okay.
    He steps back like I’ve punched him in the gut, and then
bursts into a fit of hysterics. Mya’s eyes are wider than her open mouth as she
stares up at Adam’s insane response.
    “You are fucking kidding me?” He laughs, swiping at his
eyes. “You, DJ? You fucked and impregnated my girlfriend?”
    Jillian’s hand pulls from mine, gaining my attention. Her
once rosy cheeks from our make-out are now ghost white and her eyes are cast
down. She pulls her arms around herself. “I’m going to go.”
    Before I can stop her she takes off running.
    I look over at Mya who is watching Adam like he may
combust in front of her at any second. “I thought you told him?” I ask her.
    Her eyes snap to mine in alarm as Adam stops laughing and
looks over at her. I can’t determine what it is I’m seeing but I know it’s pain
mixed with a hundred other emotions.
    “What?” he chokes out.
    She’s shaking her head, no. “I, he… I wanted them to tell
you,” she vomits out on a rush but tears are already building in her eyes as he
pierces her with a look of total disgust.
    “Fuck you, Mya,” he growls at her and a sob retches from
her.
    “Don’t talk to her like that, man. This wasn’t her
fault.”
    His eyes snap to me and before I can react his fist
connects with my jaw, sending me to the floor. “Don’t you fucking dare tell me
how to treat women, or a friend. You deserve a lot fucking more than that so
you stay well clear of me. Do you hear me?”
    Licking the blood that coats my lip I nod up at him
knowing I’m getting off lightly. The last thing I want to do is brawl with him.
    “And that goes for you