Chapter Twenty One.

"Fucked Up."

I sigh deeply as I roll my suitcase behind and walking to where the rental cars are, not looking up once. I didn't really want to go back on the road, but the longer I run away from the problem, the bigger it will get. As if it is not big enough already.

I suddenly found myself flying backward from the effect of running into someone. A big, strong arm wrapped around me quickly, holding me in place. I look up and almost stopped breathing.

"Jon," I straight up not taking my eyes off him. He eyes me bitterly and sighs.

"Jon," I said again but he didn't reply, he just quickly takes his arm away from me, pick his suitcase up from the floor and walk away.

God, what have I done? I took a deep breath and decided it's now or never.

"Jon, " I walk quickly after him with the suitcase on my arm, slowing me. "Can we please talk? Please,"

He looks at me, anger is building up inside him. "What do you want? Speak up. I know I have nothing to say."

"We can't talk here. Are you riding alone?"

"No,"

"Come with me then. I am," I look at him. It took him few seconds before he answers me.

"Fine," We both walk off to where the car is.

We both put our suitcases in car before we get in it, me on driver seat and him on the passenger seat.

"I am all ears," He says, looking at me as I start the car.

"See, I know you are probably so mad at me. Wondering why I have been ignoring you when you have done nothing wrong. Yes, you didn't. But I, I did,"

He raises his eyebrow at me. "What are you talking about?"

I take a deep breath. "Just don't hate me, okay?"

"Okay Ana,"

I take yet another deep breath as I tighten my grab on the driving wheel. "I have been seeing you and another man at the same time, I know that is so horribly wrong, I realized that too late but at least I did. I don't want to hurt any of you. I really like both of you and it's not fair to-to," I don't know what to say anymore. God, I am a horrible woman.

I look at Jon and he is staring at me, nodding slowly as he is taking it. He took a deep breath and sighed.

"It's PJ?"

I blinked at him before nodding.

"And what are going to do now?" He says as he starts to get closer and closer to me.

"I-I don't know," I whisper as he was so close I could feel his breath on me. He starts to kiss my neck, up to behind my ear. "Jon," I moaned.

"Hmm," A shiver roll down my spine when he spook against my skin. I driving for the love of God!

I parked the car in the nearest spot I found and turn my body to him, my arms wrapping around his neck pulling his face to mine as I kiss him deeply. He groans against my lips as he wraps his arms around me, pulling my body to him, so he is sitting on his seat with me on top of him. I tilt my head so I could kiss him better and smirk when he groans.

But suddenly I got a weird feeling. I felt like something is wrong. Like this is wrong. I slowly start to pull away from him. What is that?

"What's wrong?"

I shook my head. "I-I don't know," I open the door and got out the car. I took a deep breath, what is that.

"Ana?"

I turn around and Jon is standing behind me. "Jonathan, I-I," I tore my eyes away from him. "This doesn't feel right. I don't what happened but I-" God. "I don't know,"

"This doesn't feel right?" He raised his eyebrow.

"Jonathan, I am sorry,"

I bite my lip when he got in the car and slam the door shut. I walked back to the driver seat and start the car.

"I know you are probably pissed at me,"

"No brainer," He interrupted. I shook my head sighing.

"I really don't know what happened, Jon,"

"He happened," He interrupted again. I looked at him.

"Can you let me finish a sentence?"

"Can you just make your fucking mind?" He shouted. "You are playing games and this is not fucking okay."

I tighten the hold on the wheel as I block the tears forming behind my eyes. I hate when someone shouts at me.

"T-This is not what I am doing. I don't want to hurt any of you,"

"Bullshit,"

God, I didn't know you could be so cold.

"But you know what? Just go to him. Stop whoring yourself behind us both. A week with me and the next with him,"

Whoring myself? I look at him eyes wide. "Who the hell you think yourself are?" I shouted at him.

"Are you going to run to your daddy and tell him to fire me? Oh, please. Should I be scared?"

"This is the type of person I am Jonathan, I thought you would know that by now." I park the car in the hotel's parking. "But I don't want to see your fucking face again. You are an asshole."

I got out the car and grab my suitcase. He did the same.

"Whatever," He said and started to walk to the hotel lobby.

"Fucking jerk," I murmured and sighed. I am really fucking angry right now. And hurt. How am I going to face him after that?

I rolled my suitcase behind me as I walk to the hotel. How do I always get myself in the most fucked up situations?

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