Make Me Moan, Daddy-Chapter 86

REINA

I froze the moment my eyes landed on him.

Andrew.

It was like time had slammed into me, dragging me back to that night—my prom night. I could feel it all over again: the excitement, the laughter, the world spinning with possibility, thinking I had it all. And then him. Him shattering everything. Him taking something from me that I could never get back. Him disappearing like I had never existed, like what he did didn’t matter at all.

And now here he was. Standing in front of me like nothing had ever happened. Smiling. Acting like he hadn’t left a scar that I carried every single day for more than four years.

I stared. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think. Every memory slammed into me at once—the warmth of his touch that night, the shame, the betrayal, the emptiness afterward. I could almost feel the weight of his absence pressing on my chest, making it hard to breathe.

"Reina," he said softly, and that voice... that voice that had once been comforting now felt like fire in my veins.

I shook my head sharply and scoffed. My fingers tightened around my bag. I tried to turn and walk away, to escape, to get away from the rage bubbling in me, but then I felt his hand grab mine.

"Wait," he said, desperation threading through his voice. "Please... don’t walk away. I’ve been waiting for this moment for four years. I’ve been yearning for you, Reina. I’ve been wanting today to come."

I froze. My chest tightened, my stomach churned, and my hands clenched into fists at my sides. My head snapped back, eyes wide. "What?!"

Before I even realized what I was doing, my hand shot out. The sharp crack of my palm against his cheek echoed louder than I expected. His head jerked to the side from the force, hair brushing his forehead, and a stifled grunt left his throat.

Pain flared in my own palm, a sting that didn’t matter because it didn’t come close to what I was feeling inside. My heart hammered in my chest, my breath coming fast and uneven. Rage boiled in me, hot and heavy, and the memory of that night—the shame, the humiliation, the betrayal—flooded back in a wave that made my knees weak.

"You don’t get to say that," I spat, my voice sharp, trembling with fury. "You don’t get to say any of that. Do you even hear yourself?"

He rubbed his cheek where my hand had hit him, his lips pressed into a thin line, eyes wide and confused. I could see the flicker of pain there, but it didn’t matter. It never would.

"You left me!" I shouted, the words spilling out like fire. "You left me after taking everything from me! Do you know what that felt like? Do you know how small, how exposed I felt because of you?!"

My hands were shaking now, fists clenching and unclenching at my sides. My chest ached from the weight of the words I had been holding in for four long years. I wanted to hit him again, not out of weakness, but to make him feel, even for a second, the chaos he had left behind. Even if it’s just a friction of the pain he had made me feel.

He opened his mouth to say something, to defend himself, but I cut him off with a barked laugh, bitter and sharp.

"You’re not going to explain this away," I said, taking a step closer, my face inches from his. "Nothing you say will ever fix what you did. Do you understand me? Nothing!"

He flinched but didn’t speak. He opened his mouth like he wanted to say something, and I didn’t even give him the chance.

"You left me! You took what you wanted and disappeared like I was nothing! No call, no text, nothing. You left me to pick up the pieces of my life while you—where were you? Out there, living your life, while I... I was broken!" My chest heaved. I could feel the tears pricking, but I refused to let them fall. Not in front of him. I would never waste a single tear of mine over him. Ever!

"I... I—" He stuttered, couldn’t get the words to roll out of his tongue.

"You what?!" I barked, cutting him off. "What could you possibly say that would make up for the humiliation, the shame, the loneliness, the confusion, the... the pain? You think saying ’I didn’t mean it’ or some excuse would change anything?!"

He tried to speak again, and this time I let him, but only to hear him stumble. He couldn’t form the words. His jaw moved, but nothing came out. Stammering. Fumbling. He looked like a child caught doing something wrong, and I hated that he could still get to me with his face.

"You... you don’t understand," he finally managed, his voice low and strained. "It wasn’t like that. I... I can explain."

"Explain?" I barked, laughing bitterly through clenched teeth. "Explain? Do it. Tell me. Tell me what could possibly hurt me more than what you already did! Fucking say the bullshit you’ve been wanting to say to justify your action, bastard!" 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

He opened his mouth and closed it again. Stuttered, paused, shook his head. I could see him struggling. He didn’t have an answer. And maybe he never would.

I couldn’t hold back anymore. I swung my bag against his chest, letting it hit with enough force to sting. "Never. Show. Your face. In front of me again," I hissed, teeth clenched. "Do you hear me? I don’t care that you’re studying here. I don’t care if we end up in the same class. You’re old news. You’re a page I tore out of my book, and you don’t get to come back!"

He raised his hands as if to defend himself, but I wasn’t done. I stared him down, letting him feel every ounce of my rage. Shoving my ring finger in his face.

"Do you see that?" I said with a smirk, grinning at the look on his face as if he was jealous. Of course he should be, he should be jealous and mad at himself for losing me.

"I’m married. I moved on. I don’t want you. Don’t you dare make me remember that night again. Don’t you dare make me feel small again. Not now. Not ever."

I turned to walk away, forcing myself to take deep, shaky breaths. My chest felt tight, my fists were trembling, my mind spinning, but I couldn’t look back. I wouldn’t.

Then the sound of tires screeching broke through the chaos in my head. A car came around the corner, way too fast, too reckless, and I barely had time to register it before I realized it was heading straight for me.

Panic hit me like a punch to the gut. I froze, my legs refusing to move. The world slowed. I couldn’t breathe.

And then he was there.

Andrew’s hands wrapped around my waist, yanking me out of the car’s path in a single, strong motion. I stumbled into him, and the force spun me around, pinning me against the wall behind me. My back hit hard, my bag slipped from my shoulder, and I didn’t even have time to think. All I could feel was him holding me. Tight. Protective.

Our faces were inches apart. I could smell him. His hair, his skin, that familiar scent that somehow felt both comforting and infuriating at the same time. My heart was hammering like I’d run a marathon, but it wasn’t from fear entirely. No. There was anger, humiliation, frustration, and... something else I couldn’t name.