Chapter Thirty-Seven - There is no need for such behaviour.

McKenna

I am enjoying my time with Morgan, but we don’t have much chemistry. He is sweet and funny, but the vibe between us is more friendly than anything else. His company was great and a good distraction from everything else going on. I was tired of Paxton calling and texting, so I switched my cell off. I don’t want to deal with him today. I hope he is worrying about me.

“Nice to know you are still alive.”

The sound of Paxton’s angry voice makes me fling myself around in my seat. Paxton stands there, glaring at me.

“Paxton, what do you want? I am busy.” I snap.

“I have been trying to contact you all morning. I came out looking for you.” He snaps.

I roll my eyes, “Stop pretending like you care. Go away. I am busy.” I snarl, gripping tightly onto the table.

Paxton pulls his attention away from me and focuses it on Morgan, “Who even are you?”

“None of your business is who. Leave us alone, Paxton.” I warn.

He ignores me, staring at Morgan. He is making him feel awkward and intimidating, “Answer me. Who are you?”

“Morgan.” He answers nervously.

“And what are you doing with McKenna?”

Who does he think he is? I jump to my feet and stand in front of him, blocking his view of Morgan.

“Paxton, it is none of your business the reason he is with me. Don’t make a scene. It is time for you to leave now. Don’t make me tell you again.” I state firmly, standing my ground.

“McKenna, I am going to go,” Morgan says from behind me.

I turn to face him, “You don’t have to. He is just being an ass because things aren’t going his way.”

“You two clearly have some things to sort out. It was nice to meet you. Text me sometime.” He smiles before he hurries off.

I turn my attention back to Paxton. He is watching after Morgan with a smirk on his face. “He scares easily, does he not? It’s not very manly of him.”

“Fuck you, Paxton! I am done with you and your bullshit.”

I want to yell at him, but it would cause too much of a scene. The people at the tables closest to us are already staring, and I don’t want to draw any more attention to us.

I gather my things and rush off. Why did he need to come and ruin my dad? I hear Paxton calling after me, but I ignore him and pick up my walking speed. I want to get back to my hotel room and lock myself in it away from him. I will text Morgan and apologise for Paxton. He has no right to treat Morgan as he did. I would say he was jealous if I didn’t know any better. Why would he be, though? I am positive he was screwing someone else last night.

I managed to get back to the hotel and my room without him catching up with me. I tossed my things down and fell on the bed, groaning in frustration. I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples, took some deep breaths, and tried to calm myself down.

Banging on my room door disturbs me. I know who that is. I ignore it, but he keeps knocking. I sigh and pull my ass from the bed to answer. If I don’t, it may make my brother come out of his room to see what is going on or some of the other guests. They shouldn’t be disturbed because I am having a bad day. I answer the door, and he comes barging in, closing it quickly behind him.

“Paxton, what do you want?” I sigh and run my fingers through my hair.

“I want to talk. Why have you been ignoring me?”

“Why do you think? You promised you wouldn’t leave me alone at the event, but you did. You were too busy acting like the douche everyone else has come to know and love. None of you even bothered to check I got back okay last night or let me know the two of you were okay. You broke another promise, Paxton. And then your behaviour at the café, you were out of line.” I snap.

“Dimples, I am sorry about last night. I am sorry I broke another promise to you and left you.” He whispers, shaking his head.

“Tell me, Paxton, what got you so distracted last night, uh? Was it the blonde, brunette or the red head? Which one did you end up fucking? I assume that is the reason you forgot all about me. I am not surprised.” I shrug.

Guilt takes over his face, and he looks at the ground. I knew it!

“It doesn’t matter what one. It shouldn’t have happened.” He whispers.

“Why not? It isn’t like you are seeing anyone. You can go fuck whoever you want. However, know one thing: whatever was going on between us is done. It should never have happened in the first place.” I state firmly.

Yes, I might be overreacting, but I refuse to put myself into a position again where I am going to end up hurt and end up someone’s second choice. It was only sex, which I understand, but I still made myself vulnerable, and the first chance he got, he hopped into bed with some women he didn’t even know. It makes me think even more that he started something up with me because there was no one else around. The second an opportunity arose to fuck someone else; he took it.

“Kenna, I made a mistake. I am sorry. Can we please move on?” he begs.

He comes closer and looks me in the eye.

I shake my head. “No. This weekend has made me realise that what we did was a mistake. I was only someone for you to use when you were lonely because no one else was around. It is over between us. I am not what you need, and you aren’t what I need. I would like you to leave my room now, please.” I say softly.

Paxton reaches for my hand, but I pull it away.

“McKenna, please don’t do this. I fucked up. I know I did. I am sorry. I get lost when I am back in this world. I should have returned with you last night or at least checked that you were okay.” He whispers sadly.

“We are done, Paxton. It is the best for everyone.” I whimper.

I don’t give him a chance to say another word. I head to the bathroom and lock the door behind me. I slump to the floor and rest against the door. I listen carefully for him to leave.

“McKenna, please come back out and talk to me.” His voice says from the other side of the door.

I don’t respond to him. He stays on the other for ten minutes, knocking on the door and trying to get me to come out before he leaves. I leave the bathroom once I know he has gone.

I need tomorrow to hurry up because I want out of here—I want to go home. I should have followed my first instinct and not come this weekend. I would have been better off staying at home.