Make No Mistake About It
Chapter 55
Garrett’s POV
I had a hard time sleeping last night. I kept tossing and turning through the night. My arm was
aching, and when I finally did fall asleep, it was on that arm. I knew I looked rough this
morning. My father took my brace off so I could grab my shower. I had kept imagining
Addison with that jerk most of the night. I had very little sleep, and I hated the thought of him.
touching her.
I don’t know if they were sleeping together or not, but I still had a dull ache in my chest just
from thinking about it. Is this what Addison felt when I was with other women over the years?
I don’t like this feeling at all. They are engaged, so I assumed they were probably sleeping
together. I huffed out in anger. I wanted to punch that jerk in the face, but I was injured. I won’t
be able to win that fight and would probably be injured even more. Plus, I would end up
embarrassed in front of Addison. For now, this will have to be a war of words.
My hands are tied right now. He has her, and I know he will not give up on marrying her. I could
see he cared greatly for her, but I have known her my whole life. I had initially thought he was
overconfident. After seeing her reaction to seeing him last night, I know he isn’t. It was
apparent that she wanted him. I hate that I am starting from such a deficit. I know that I’m the
one who screwed everything up. I’m the one who is going to have to grovel and beg to get her
back. I’m ready to do it. I will do anything to get her back.
If Addison feels the same way I do, that jerk will be left behind in the dust. I went to shampoo my hair and was quickly reminded that I had messed up. I was so focused on Addison that I forgot not to use my right arm. I had used a taped pad to keep my wound clean, but I was so caught up thinking about Addison that I forgot about my injury for a while. While thinking about her, another issue came up that I needed to deal with. Thankfully, I was still in the
shower, and it was a quick fix.
Hopefully, dealing with the issue will help me relax around her. Just getting a slight whiff of her scent yesterday had me wanting to hold her. I wanted to fall at her feet to beg her forgiveness. I still didn’t know if I would be able to be close to her without it happening again. I wouldn’t bet on it. Seeing Addison reminded me of how perfect she truly was for me.
My injury has thrown everything off for me. I have to use my left hand now, and it’s not the same. It was awkward. I was glad when I finally found my release. Since being hospitalized, I haven’t had the privacy to do anything lately. I had a real case of blue balls that needed to be
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attended to.
I finished my shower, and dried off. I returned to my room to get dressed and noticed Addison sitting at her desk in front of the window. Everything was out the window now. My pressing matter returned with a vengeance. I watched as she looked up and saw me in my towel. I stood there staring back at her as little Garrett rose to the occasion. I had no shame at all. I wanted her to see what she did to me, what she always did to me.
I liked seeing her cheeks flush in reaction to seeing my response to her. She stayed there for a little while before getting up and leaving the room. My c**k is even harder now. She needed a larger set of PJs. Something that will cover her more, like a pair of long johns or a flannel set. Something that completely covered her body. I hated the thought of Phillip seeing her in her nightclothes. I could tell from there that her n*****s had hardened. I wanted nothing more than to tear that little set off of her and remind her that I was the only man for her.
I locked my door and had to work out the second pressing issue this morning. It was much harder to deal with in my room than in the shower. I closed my eyes to think of Addison, and that helped. God, she looks even better now than she did in high school. Thinking about her helped me get my second o****m of the morning. I figured I would return the favor since she messed with me this morning by seeing her in her sleepwear. I pulled a pair of boxers and gray sweatpants from my drawer and slowly started to get dressed. My shoulder told me I needed to be more careful than I had been earlier.
I didn’t bother to close the blinds. I had nothing to be ashamed of. I knew that for a fact. I worked hard for my body to look like it did. I was not lacking in any department. I finally unlocked my door and headed downstairs with my T–shirt in my hand. My father helped me get the brace back on and then helped me slide the shirt over my head as my mother finished breakfast.
I was surprised that I was the first one downstairs this morning. Valerie and Holden returned after I went to my room last night. I heard them come in around ten last night. I slept in until nine this morning. I know that Holden will be happy to see Addison. I wanted to tell him to stay away from her. I knew he had a crush on Addison in high school and didn’t date in college. Mom made sure to mention that to me. I was going to warn him not to clown around, but I doubt it would work. He liked Addison. I now realize I may have even more competition for Addison’s heart. She liked Holden, too. Probably much more than she likes me right now.
My father set a coffee mug down in front of me, and I nodded at him in thanks. He even put some cream in it for me. I don’t use sugar, but I put some milk or half–in–half in it to cut the bitterness of the coffee. I decided to text Addison to see when she would come over. I wanted to get this talk over as soon as I could. I wanted her to stop being angry with me, and
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explaining everything would be an excellent first step
I was glad that Holden was there as he could vouch for me about what I had been attempting to do for Addison. I needed her to know that I may have screwed up by believing she took my football. She knew how valuable it was to me. As far as I was concerned, it was irreplaceable. I have made a mess of things, but not as big a mess as she thought I did. I fired off a text to
her
G: “Hey, are you free this morning? I want to talk to you about what happened.”
A: “I’m free at noon. That’s when we are taking our lunch break.”
G: “Just let me know. Holden is back, so he can vouch for what I told you I was trying to do.
A: I’m excited about getting to see Holden.”
That was the whole conversation. It hit me hard that she was way happier to get to see
Holden than she was to see me. That stung. She always thought I hung the moon. She always
looked at me with that star–struck look. She still cared for me even when I turned my back on
her. She no longer looks at me like that. She doesn’t love me like that anymore. I feel sick
about that, but I was her first love. I refuse to admit that she had turned her back on me. I
know that she has to have me somewhere in her heart. Corbin is a miniature version of me.
She had to have some feelings for me.
I felt my love for her fly back the moment I saw her. I was frustrated, too, but once I saw our child, my anger disappeared. She had given birth to our child. I was still stunned by the notion that I had a child. I may have suspected. No, correct, that I hoped that our night together had
created a child. But there is a big difference between hoping and knowing she was pregnant.
“What’s going on next door?” Holden asked as he entered the kitchen. I haven’t seen him for a
while. It was Christmastime a year and a half ago when I saw him last. He was nineteen then,
but he has grown. I am sure that we are eye–to–eye now. He hugged Mom at the stove before
moving over to the coffee pot.
“Addison is renovating her house,” Mom told him. She continued to scramble eggs for our
breakfast.
“Addison’s back?” Holden asked in surprise. He set the coffee pot back in its cradle and then
looked at me. I couldn’t read his expression, but it hit me again that he had grown a lot. He
was twenty–one now, and he looked very mature for his age. He had filled out more and would start his senior year this fall. Valerie had just graduated, and I could hear her coming down the
stairs now.
“Who’s back?” she asked as she slid past Holden to the coffee pot. He was still frozen and
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seemed to be thinking.
“Addison’s back. Isn’t she coming here today, Garrett?” my mother replied.
“She is coming over at noon,” I replied, still keeping an eye on my brother.
“I’m not going to wait. I am going over to say hi. I haven’t seen her since that incident at
school,” Holden said. He headed towards the stairs.
“Where are you going, Holden?” my father asked. He said he was going over to say hi but then headed back upstairs.
“I need a shower and to change into nicer clothes,” he called back down the stairs. I knew it. He would try to flirt with Addison, as he still liked her. I need to shut this down quickly.
“No, you don’t. Addison is already engaged. You don’t stand a chance with her even if she isn’t. I’m going to get her back,” I called to him. I would try to play nice, but he didn’t need to go over to see her. He could say hi when she came over to talk. I still love her. She is mine. I won’t just roll over and play dead. Addison is the love of my life. I won’t allow that jerk, or even my brother, to take her away from me.
I could hear him coming back down the stairs, and when he reentered the kitchen, he looked angry. He looked angry enough to take a shot at me. “Haven’t you hurt her enough, Garrett? Doesn’t she deserve to be happy?”
“It’s none of your business what I’ve done, Holden. I love Addison, and I’m not letting her go,” I replied as I stood up. I hope my baby brother doesn’t think I won’t swing on him. Even with my arm in this brace, I’m willing to fight for Addison. It doesn’t matter if it is my brother or Phillip. No one is going to take her away from me.
