“Tyler,” she began hesitantly, sighing heavily. “As much as I’d like to believe this could work, I don’t think we can do it.” She tried to turn away, but I grabbed her chin and pulled her back. “Why, what happened?” In your letter, you stated it as if it was what you wanted. “And I believe,” she replied, shrugging. “But I don’t know how I’ll stick to my schedule.” Matt is strict about my comings and goings, and if I don't do as he says, he'll start asking questions. The last thing I want is for him to be mad at you.” I narrowed my eyes, stepped back and crossed my arms. “It didn’t bother you too much before.” What else is on your mind, Gabriella? Is it because I still fuck other women? She chuckled hesitantly and rolled her eyes. “No, you ass.” I knew what I was getting into when I agreed to all this. Honestly, I think it's best for both of us if that weekend remains a great memory. I have too many problems with guys these days.” She sat down on the brown leather couch, and the pressure she was under showed in her sigh. I never understood why Gabriella wanted someone like me when she could have anyone she wanted, who wanted to be with her and only her. I wasn't that guy. I cared about her, but love was not what I wanted.