Trying To Stay Faithful
Giselda
I tensed up as I watched Annie rush out of the room before shooting Gerry an irritated look as he jumped up to chase after her. I quickly pulled out the vial to make us immune to Gerry’s aura and tossed it to Osprey, who caught it before taking a small sip, immediately handing it to Scarlett who also took a swig before giving it back to me. Getting this potion to them was the only reason that I even agreed to this bullshit facade. Gerry walked back into the room seconds later as I was pocketing the vial, his eyes immediately meeting mine.
“Giselda, a word, please.”
I jumped to my feet, smiling at him. “Of course, Gerry.”
Scarlett gave me a worried look as I followed Gerry out of the room and up the stairs. As soon as we got into what was obviously his bedroom, he spun around to pin me against the wall by my throat.
“You upset Annie,” he spat.
I pushed him away from me, but his grip on my throat made me stumble forward as he fell backward, making me land on top of him. He grunted before rolling us over so that he was on top. He glared down at me before sighing.
“Fuck! This is going to be harder than I thought,” he grumbled before lowering his head to kiss me.
I instantly melted under his touch, hating myself every single second our tongues stroked along each other. Fuck. He was such a good kisser. When I wrapped my arms around his neck, he flung himself away from me before sitting next to me with his arm on his knee, panting.
“We can’t do this to Annie, Giselda. I know we’re mates, but you’re not who I want. I want Annie. It’s best if you remember that,” he said.
I stared at him in shock. “Excuse me? You invited me here. You—”
“Yes, I did, but that was only because I needed someone that I could confidently make it seem like I wanted, and since we are mates, you were the best option.”
I winced when he said ‘best option.’ As his mate, I should have been the only option for him. I frowned at him, angry at myself for being hurt by his words. As much as I wanted to hate him, I just couldn’t.
“You kissed me. You brought me up here. All of this is your fault. You are the one doing this to Annie,” I snapped before getting to my feet.
Before I could leave the room, he grabbed my elbow, pulling me to a stop. “Where are you going?”
“Back downstairs to your family to play the loving girlfriend,” I spat.
“No, you’re not. You need to make up an excuse and leave. I don’t want you here when Annie gets back,” he told me.
“Whatever, asshole. I should have known you would pull something like this. You’re so used to just using a woman and throwing her away.” I yanked my elbow away from him. “This is the last time, Gerald. I won’t keep putting myself in situations like these. I deserve better than this. I deserve better than you, you piece of shit.”
I stormed out of the room, leaving him standing silently in the middle of the room. Goddess, he was a fucking dick. And yet, all I wanted to do was go back upstairs and make wild, animalistic love to him. Gerry joined us back in the dining room a few minutes after I settled back at the table and started chatting pleasantly with Elena and Scarlett. I smiled at Gerry as he took his seat next to me, clearly agitated. When he shot me an angry look, I fell silent, pretending that I was linking someone before standing up. I smiled at his family.
“I do apologize, but Logan needs me back in Havana. I must leave. It has been such a pleasure to meet all of you. I look forward to doing this again. Have a great rest of your day and thank you so much for having me,” I told them.
I started walking out, only to have Gerry get up to wrap an arm around my waist to guide me outside. He led me to my car before opening the door for me.
“I know you probably don’t believe me, but I am sorry, Giselda. I really don’t mean to hurt you. You are a wonderful person, and it’s not your fault that the Goddess paired you with me. I am a dick, but a dick who knows who he wants, and that’s Annie. She’s who I choose, and I hope that you can accept that,” he said.
I met his eyes, searching for any sign that he didn’t mean what he was saying, but I couldn’t find any. Not one single hint that he had even remotely regretted what he was saying. I sighed as I reached out to touch his hand.
“I, Giselda Morales, reject Gerald Watterman as my mate,” I whispered defeatedly.
He stared into my eyes before taking a step back, removing his hand from my touch. “I, Gerald Watterman, accept Giselda Morales’ rejection.”
I bit back a cry of pain as our mate bond was severed while he stumbled back a few steps with his hand over his heart. I shut my door before starting my car, needing to get out of there before my tears fell. I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing how badly his quick acceptance of my rejection hurt. He leaned down to peer at me, his eyes moving over my face.
“Goodbye, Giselda,” he told me softly. “Take care of yourself.”
“You too,” I told him before backing away.
I held my tears back until I was past the gate that led out of the town. When I finally gave into them, loud sobs filled my car as I drove, the wind making my face cold as I drove. Goddess, I hated him. He was such a dick. I swallowed hard as I turned off the unpaved road onto the street that would take me to the airport, where the Havana private plane was already waiting for me to arrive. I wiped at my face, trying to erase the proof of my heartbreak before I boarded the plane. I always knew that I was going to reject him. I knew it was going to hurt him. What I hadn’t expected was to feel like it was wrong to have done it.
I shook my head, trying to dispel the thought as I climbed the stairs to get in the plane. I smiled at the flight attendant before settling into a chair. I took a deep breath, hoping that it would be a smooth flight home. I needed a break, and the trip back to Havana would be just that, offering me the chance to come to terms with losing my fated mate. I pulled the vial out of my pocket to take a small swallow before holding it up to the light. Half of the solution was left inside, and that was perfect. Logan would need as much as he could get, as he was the one that was the most susceptible to Gerry’s aura.
As I put the vial back in my pocket, I leaned back against the seat, whispering, “Soon, Annie, soon.”
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