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Until one drunken night when Sarah had told him that she and Alex were over. It had been a lie. And for almost seven years, he had kept his deep, dark secret from seeing the light. Alex still didn’t know.
Until I met Andrea. The thought had Max wincing. Andrea Wallace had been the woman Noel had dated to try to get over Clara. It had been a stupid bet.
Having kept Sarah a secret all these years hurt, but keeping what he had with Andrea a secret was killing him alive.
He had betrayed Alex when he slept with his girlfriend, Sarah. And he had betrayed Noel when he had kissed Andrea.
Max had done a lot of bad things in his life, but sleeping with Sarah had been the worst. Trying to hook up with Andrea came close.
“Say it. Say you want me. Like you’ve always wanted me.” His heart thudded violently. Inside him, all his resolve broke into sharp fragments that embedded within him. “Fuck you, Sarah,” he growled. Then he grabbed her hips and slammed her back into the wall behind her. Sarah let out a moan at his forcefulness. “There you are,” she breathed and unzipped his pants.
“Have a great life, Sarah. You will never find someone who loves you as I did,” Max revealed and grasped the door handle. With a twist, he pulled it open and walked out of her apartment.
Sarah. Memories of when they were kids collided with the struggling beats of his heart. He thought he was clean of her. But the emerging pain that intensified throughout him was proof he wasn’t.
Sarah understood his personal life. Andrea understood his career. But Josie? Josie understood both.
“I watched the start of season four. I don’t want to be the Max to your Lorelai. I want to be Luke,” Max revealed. “Your Luke.”
The hope that radiated from seeing an email from her sickened him. She played and toyed with his emotions. She had left him a wreck.
he saw Andrea’s email waiting for him. Max’s breathing heaved as he noticed it was an email from her personal account and not her work address. A cold sweat blanketed him as he hovered the cursor over her name. His head told him to delete it. To forget her completely. But a small piece of his heart wanted closure.
“There’s not,” he said. Suddenly, his heart clenched in a pain he had never known. He had lied to her. It was the first. There was a but. And her name … Andrea Wallace.
Andrea. I made the mistake of letting you go. He was tempted. For a single moment, he fell back into his old ways and was tempted.
“What?” He shook his head. “Go and get closure, Max. She’s emailed you more than once in the past month, and you’ve kept that from me. Obviously, there are things left unsaid, and you deserve closure. And I don’t deserve just parts of your heart when I gave you all mine last night. So go.”
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. She didn’t believe him. He was selfish. So selfish. He had no idea what sorry was. “I have to go with her.” He was choosing Andrea. She hated him. So much.
He had insulted her. He had insulted her mother. But most importantly … He had insulted her love for him.
He left. Just like her father had done many times before. And just like her mother had. Her mother. Her warm, loving mother had left her.
“You ended us the morning I found out my mother’s cancer was terminal and she was put on life support,” she revealed.
Kiss me like you miss me when I’m with you.”
“One action affected the other. The ripple effect. Life’s cruel tricks. One mistake led to another and then another.”
“You have no idea what really meeting you has done to my life. You better it. You made me look at myself and realise I made poor choices”
“I’m not someone’s first choice, Stella. I will never...”
“You and your words don’t play fair.”