Chapter 147: You need to trust him
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"I just don't understand why he'd do something like this when he knows how I feel about all of this." I chewed on the inside of my cheek as my leg bounced uncontrollably. My nerves were all over the place and I had the urge to run, and run far. This isn't what I signed up for when I decided to be with Drake; agreed to move in with him!
Luis sighed. "It's really not what you think, lynn. The kiss with Monique was just the paparazzi having good timing. She threw herself onto him when he went to fire her. He told me the second he saw me after it happened that he shoved her off and fired her right away. If there was anything actually going on between them, do you think he would have told me? I'm your best friend, lynn, I'd be the last person he'd tell about that, don't you think?"
I let out a breathy laugh as I shook my head. "Maybe that's what he told you because that's what he wanted you and me to believe when these photos came out."
"That's not it and you know it. I know you haven't been with Drake for very long, but do you honestly think he's the type of guy to do something like that? Really think about it, lynn."
I had thought about it and it was a hard pill to swallow. I'm not sure if that's what pissed me off more; that he isn't the type of guy to do something like that, or that I don't know him as well as I thought I did. I honestly didn't know what to believe at the moment.
"Then what about the bimbo on his lap at the strip club. You were clearly sitting right next to him. Can you explain that one?"
He nodded. "Yeah, actually I can. Lane took us there to celebrate and to also reintroduce Drake with an old friend... the woman in the picture. She was literally on his lap for a moment or two before he told her that he was taken and pushed her off. I know your uncertainty about all of this, lynn, but you're kind of acting like an immature girl right now. You storm off before letting the guy explain. He literally did nothing wrong."
My jaw clenched as I stared at him. "Immature? How would you feel if you were in my shoes, luis? I have a right to be pissed off."
"I'm not saying that you don't. I'm simply stating the obvious. Grow a pair and face this with your man. You can't run away every time a woman bats their eyes at him, or gets too close to him. He's yours, lynn." He stood up and pulled a pair of purple star sunglasses from his pocket, resting them on top of his head. "And you want to know how I'd feel if I were in your shoes?" I nodded, truly wanting to know. "I wouldn't feel what you're feeling and hear my partner out. I'm secure enough with myself to know my worth and I'd have trust in my partner. If there isn't either of those things, then why be together? You're an incredible woman, lynn, and I wish I could help you with your insecurities but you and I both know that I can't. That's all on you. Trust comes next. If you truly don't trust him, why are you with him?" Then he turned and left me alone, disappearing out the front door as I watched him go.
I was completely taken back by his words. He wasn't wrong at all, so why did I want him to be? Probably because he threw the ugly truth in my face and I didn't want to see it. I really did need to hear Drake out. I loved him and didn't want to ruin that with something that could possibly be an overreaction on my part. And luis was dead-on about my insecurities. I was the only one who could change that. The old lynn had been tossed out when Jason and my family were put behind bars. Now I just had to remember who she was.
The house was silent after luis walked out, and I wondered what I had missed. I moved toward the kitchen, noticing that nobody was in there. Drake must have successfully kicked his family out without a fight breaking out, and Dakota was probably holed back up in her bedroom.
I went up to our room to see if Drake had holed himself up, but entered into an empty room. The bedding was still messed up and my heart hurt looking at it. Everything seemed fine last night and this morning before it all went to shit. It almost seemed as if destiny didn't want us to be together.
We couldn't be happy for more than a few days before something happened. Maybe it wasn't destiny at all. Maybe it was just me and my insecurities. I promised myself that after Jason, I would never let anyone control my feelings. I was lynn fucking Martinez... scratch that... I was lynn fucking Tuffin. Hear me roar.
Jumping into action, I grabbed my phone and called Drake but the sound of his ringtone drowned out the ringing in my ear. I pulled my phone away just as Drake entered our bedroom. He was staring down at his phone before he peered up at me with the saddest eyes I had ever seen. My mouth parted as a tiny sob broke free. I hated seeing him like this.
"Lynn, I-"
"Wait," I cut him off. "I or may not have overreacted and I want to make that right. I should have listened to your side of the story before jumping to conclusions, I just-"
"No, you had every right, lynn," he cut me off next. "I would have gone berserk if roles were reversed. But you should know that there isn't a single soul in this world that I care for more than you. I didn't kiss Monique back and Brooke on my lap was nothing."
"I'm willing to hear your side of the story now, Drake, I just... I lost it there for a moment with everything going on and all the fears I have in the back of my head. I'm so scared that I'm not going to be enough for you; that I'm not ever going to measure up to the beautiful women in the industry. I'm just a plain girl who lacks experience and I-"
"Stop," he cut me off again. "You're the most beautiful and amazing woman I have ever met, lynn. Ever since I've met you things have been completely different for me. I've never wanted any of those women. Well, that's not true..." He ran his hand through his hair before he stepped further into the room and sat beside me on the bed.
