Trevor on the other hand looked close to killing her. "You know damn well what I am," he bit out evenly.
"Yeah, I do," she said, wiping at her face with the back of her hand as she made a decision. "You're my ex-landlord, ex-employer, and ex-fuck buddy. So get out," she said, rushing out of the room before she broke out into sobs.
She made it to her room before the first one escaped and was sobbing hysterically by the time she stumbled into her bathroom to splash cold water on her face. By the time she'd realized what she'd done she was already blacking out and falling towards the edge of the bathtub.
Chapter 27
"Look, I can leave if you want," Jason said, moving to stand up as he grabbed the remaining bag of food, but Trevor barely heard him as paced the living room never taking his eyes off the stairs where Zoe raced up only minutes before after she destroyed his entire world.
"Can you f**king believe her?" he demanded, but he didn't give Jason a chance to respond or if he did, Trevor didn't hear him.
He couldn't believe she'd just done that. "After everything I did for her?" he said, shaking his head in disgust. While he'd been ready to move forward with her she'd been looking to get out. Well, f**k her, because he didn't need her.
This wasn't going to last anyway. He'd have ended things in another fifty or sixty years with her. He'd never wanted anything permanent with her so this really didn't bother him. This was fine. This was more than fine, he thought as he drove his fist through the wall.
"Whoa! Calm the hell down!" Jason said, getting to his feet.
"You calm the hell down!" Trevor snapped, feeling ready to blow. "This is my f**king house!" he yelled, hoping she heard him. Never in his life had he been this angry.
"I don't f**king need her," he said, resuming his pacing as he shook off the pain in his hand. "I gave her a f**king place to live, a part-time job, I helped her find a job and I took care of her and she didn't do a goddamn thing for me," he said, getting more riled up as he paced the room. "Not one f**king thing!" he yelled, half hoping she'd hear him and come running back down the stairs so he could yell at her and make her see that she'd made a mistake.
"Maybe we should take this to your apartment," Jason suggested with a helpless shrug.
Trevor shook his head. "I'm not leaving! You hear me? If you want me to leave then you get your ass down here and tell me to my face to leave, because I'm telling you right now, it's not over until I say it is!" he yelled.
"Okay, time to go," Jason sighed as he grabbed Trevor and started pulling him towards the door.
"Get your f**king hands off me!" he snapped, shoving his cousin away. "I'm not leaving until she talks to me."
"Well, she's not going to talk to you if you keep yelling like some lunatic!" Jason snapped. "Calm the f**k down before you really mess this up. Right now she's just pissed and you can probably save this f**ked up relationship, but if you keep acting like this and yelling she's going to call the cops and have your ass hauled out of here."
"My relationship is not f**ked up," Trevor bit out harshly, but in a more restrained tone. The last thing he needed was to get sent to jail and give Zoe a chance to leave.
This wasn't over.
Not by a long shot.
She was his and she damn well knew it and she would remain his until he decided that he was done with her.
"There's nothing wrong with our relationship," he bit out distractedly as he paced the room, never taking his eyes away from the stairs.
"Oh, you don't think so? How about the fact that for the last two months the two of you have been trying to hide your relationship?" Jason asked, grabbing his attention in a big way.
"How did you-"
Jason rolled his eyes. "Puhlease, with the way that you were watching her, smiling whenever she was around or scaring every guy off that looked her way it was hard to miss."
Trevor shot the man a glare.
Jason simply shrugged. "Of course there were also the matching hickeys the two of you wore about a month back that kind of gave you away."
He didn't remember that, mostly because they'd gotten carried away several times.
"I was actually hoping that you wouldn't f**k this up. Zoe's good for you," Jason said, sitting back down and allowing the dogs to settle on his lap.
Trevor had to snort at that. "She's not good for me. She doesn't even come close to what I'm looking for," he pointed out.
"No, she's a thousand times better," Jason said quietly.
"How the hell can you say that?" he demanded, throwing another wistful look towards the stairs.
"Because you love her," Jason simply said, picking up a carton of beef and broccoli and offered some to the dogs.
Trevor opened his mouth to tell his cousin he was full of shit, but he couldn't.
On paper Zoe didn't meet any of his standards for a wife. She didn't come from a big family, but that didn't really matter to him anymore because he knew his family adored her. His uncle wouldn't have yelled at her if he didn't. She didn't have a lot of money, but that was okay because he did and he'd happily support her. He actually loved spoiling her and found himself looking for ways to please her.
Other than Haley she didn't have a lot of close friends that she confided in, but that was also okay because she could always confide in him and bitch about anything she wanted and he'd happily listen. She also wasn't the type of woman who made men drool, besides him, and got the attention of every guy in the room, but that was okay because none of them should be f**king looking at her anyway.
She also couldn't cook worth a damn, she sang off key, was a bit of a neat freak, bossy, demanding and perfect. He didn't need her to tell him that she loved him, because he knew by the way she looked at him and treated him that she loved him and he'd been a f**king idiot over the past two months. Instead of keeping the best thing in his life a secret he should have been dragging her out and enjoying being with her instead of punishing them both for his stupidity.
"What the f**k did I just do?" he whispered, wondering how he'd f**ked this up and so fast. He'd treated her like shit and assumed she'd appreciate any attention he gave her. His father had been right all those years ago.
He was a f**king idiot.
"Besides put a hole in the wall and sending the woman you love crying hysterically out of the room?" Jason asked in an annoyingly calm tone. "You f**ked up, but don't worry you'll do that a lot."
"Gee, thanks," Trevor said dryly.