Free Betting on Beaumont: A Brooklyn Novel #3 (The Brooklyn Series) by Danielle Jamie Page B

so, too.” Sliding off of the bar stool, I grab my clutch and walk away from Jax and toward the exit of the bar. I feel a weight lifting off of my shoulder’s as I walk to the elevator and pull my phone out to text Dixon.
    That was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do, but I feel in my heart that I’ve made the right decision.
      I think deep down, Jax knows that we were never right for each other. I never felt that palpable spark between us like I do whenever I’m even remotely near Dixon. With Jax it’s always felt to me more like a friendship with sexual chemistry mixed in somewhere in the middle blurring the lines slightly between us. I believe in my heart that Jax feels the same way. Hopefully this won’t hurt our relationship or his with Dixon, because hurting Jax was the last thing Dixon wanted. I think he even tried to keep his distance from me because he knew Jax was falling for me.
    But that’s the funny thing about love. You can’t control it no matter how hard you try. You sure as hell can’t turn those feelings off, and trying to ignore them is like suddenly deciding you don’t need air to survive.
    It’s simply impossible.
    It’s the same with love.
    You can try to lie to yourself and say you don’t need it in your life to be happy, but then the more you’re around that person but not physically with them, the pain slowly grows like it does with every passing second that you refuse your body that tiny, simple, breath it needs to survive. Sooner rather than later though, you’re going to be consumed with the overwhelming need to inhale a big, deep, breath. Only then will the piercing pain that is tearing throughout your chest, as your lungs silently scream for you to finally fill them with oxygen stop.
    It’s the same with your heart.
    The longer you deprive it of being connected with its other half, the more intense and paralyzing the pain becomes. You can try to ignore it and go on with your life, but every moment you spend away from them, the more intense and paralyzing the pain becomes. Every time you are around that person while denying your heart the chance to connect with the other half of it, the deeper the pain becomes. Only once you finally give in and take that deep metaphorical breath, allowing yourself to love and be loved back will the pain finally stop.
    That is how it has felt for me being around Dixon, but I tried to deny the feelings I had for him as I tried to channel them into Jax instead. I believe it is the same for him. We never meant to hurt anyone along the way.
    If only I could turn back time…
    I would go back and do a lot of things differently, but the reality of it is I can’t.
    Channeling my inner Cher for a moment…and getting a little philosophical.
    The only thing I can do is try to fix the wrongs I’ve done and work as hard as I can at making the right choices going forward.
    I hit send on my text to Dixon and step into the elevator.
     
    I talked with Jax. It was harder than I thought it would be but on the bright side, it actually went better than I expected it would. I’m on my way up to the suite now. R u already there?
     
    It’s filled with people as I try to find a spot to stand. “What floor you going to?” an older gentleman asks hovering his finger over the number panel.
    “Top floor, actually.” Digging my card out of my clutch, I slide it into the slot and he kindly presses the penthouse level for me. “Is it as nice in person as it is online?” a girl behind me asks shyly.
    A wide smile cracks across my face. “It sure is. I’ve been inside a few suites in my lifetime, but I have to say this one sure does take the cake. Only the best for Knox guests.” I boast honestly. It’s one thing I have to admit about Kayden’s father, even though I can tell by the way Kayden is around him that he isn’t too fond of the man. He knows how to build luxury hotels but keep them affordable. Every one we’ve stayed at so far have only the