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love,” she’d told me more times than I could count.
    By the end of the night when everyone had parted ways, Holden’s charismatic persona began to fade and my face hurt from fake smiling.
    “I booked us a room at the Belmonte Hotel,” he said. “Thought we could celebrate all night long...”
    The last thing I wanted to do was fuck Holden, but if I said I had a headache or was tired, he’d throw a man tantrum the way he usually did and end up begging for just five minutes inside me. I was a bona fide walking talking blow up doll sometimes, and the pathetic thing was he didn’t even care.
    ***
    We slipped into the chilled air of the hotel room that night and my skin prickled instantly. I stepped away to find the thermostat in the dark room, but Holden grabbed my wrist and pulled me into him. He swept my long hair from the back of my neck and pressed his lips into my flesh.
    Again, I felt absolutely nothing. My heart didn’t race. I didn’t have any warmth between my legs or an ounce of desire coursing through my veins.
    “I’m really tired, Holden,” I whispered.
    He continued to kiss me, working his way down toward my cleavage. Out of boredom, I held my hand up and watched the way the diamond glittered in the tiny bit of light that seeped in from the bathroom behind him. It was a beautiful diamond set in platinum. At least a carat. Flawless. But it paled in comparison to the one I found in his drawer that night.
    I pressed myself away from him and unzipped my dress, which had been squeezing my ribcage all night. My lungs happily filled themselves breath after breath of cool air. I let the dress fall to the floor, but before I had a chance to kick my heels off, two warm hands reached from behind me and cupped my breasts.
    Holden’s lips traced my back as his hands tugged down on the cups of my strapless bra until I was fully exposed.
    “I’m not in the mood tonight,” I said, crossing my arms across my chest.
    “I can get you in the mood,” he said between kisses. He pressed me forward, towards the bed. I had to think fast. Holden was never good at taking no for an answer, and it was partially my fault. I’d set the precedence years ago when I thought I was doing what all women did. When Tammy-Dawn Conners is your main role model for what a woman was supposed to be, a girl could end up all sorts of fucked up in the head.
    “Who was the Cartier ring for?” I blurted. A fight was always a good stall tactic.
    Holden’s hands froze and the warmth of his breath on my back burned as he released a long, slow breath. I turned to face him.
    “What ring?”  His lips twisted into the kind of clueless grin I could smack right off his face if I wanted. I almost did. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”
    “You know exactly what I’m talking about.” My jaw clenched.
    Holden’s mouth danced but no sound came out as he attempted to buy time.
    “I’m waiting.” I tapped my foot on the ground.
    “I got it for you and then changed my mind and got you one from Tiffany instead,” he insisted. “The other one just didn’t seem like you.”
    I laughed. He really expected me to believe him, and I wasn’t in the mood to sit around and listen to his pathetic lies any longer than I had to. The truth didn’t matter anymore. Maybe a year ago I’d have been hurt, but I didn’t need to be that girl anymore. Being a doormat did me no favors and got me nowhere fast. I refused to be her anymore.
    Gray’s face entered my mind, and suddenly my heart longed to seek refuge with the only person who ever really loved me unconditionally.
    “I’m leaving. And I’m not marrying you, Holden.” I reached for my dress on the floor and stepped into it, zipping it up in haste. I couldn’t get to the door fast enough, and I knew exactly where I was going.

FIVE – GRAY
     
    “Everly,” I said, pulling the door open. A curvy blonde in a pink dress knocking on my door at damn near midnight would’ve meant