ac

iskey in my hand, watching the a

rds slurring slightly. "That's

tipped the glass toward my lips,

ding. And not just gay, " I snorted, shaking my hea

was wiping a glass but had fr

have let that bastard lay his hands on me? I should've hit them so ha

. When I said I wanted to hear your life story, I didn't think it'd be that bad. Jesu

nking hard as my head spun. The alcohol burned in

use, and the next, I was parking outside some random hotel. Instead of booking a room like a

icking at the peeling label on the bot

I was cheated on, drinking myself to death, a

ovies. I used to think, Wow, how unoriginal. The author should fi

amentally worthless, sometimes the only thin

glass toward

inding out he was never attracted to women to begin with? That he loved someone else and was just using you t

hard, setting his towel

myself." He held up his hands quickly. "Don't

g it down like he was offering a truce. "This one's on the house. Don't wo

. Most men my age were just as bad, annoying, childish, and unable to give me the things I wanted. Maybe I should

ass down harder than I meant to and dropped my head into my hands, squ

t the bar counter. I blinked down at it, m

w this would go. I could explain everything, I could scream, cry, beg, and it wouldn't matter. It never had with my family. But some small, pathetic part of me sti

the call.

word before her voice exp

'm hearing from Charles's family?! You broke the engagement

ous habit I thought I'd ou

.. Charl

operly!" she barked. I flinched, holdi

stant," she commanded. "Get down on your kne

en. Staring down at the

n I take him back? Charles... he cheated.

would get angry for me. Maybe she would final

nly man who cheats? Anybody can cheat. H

, feeling the world til

about the weather. "You don't hear me complaining. He gives me everythi

about you. He'll give you the life we never wanted to waste on you. Don't be stupid, and fix

That useless child. So ungrateful for everything. She should be

e phone in my hand, feeling like someon

he counter, looking at me wit

esn't anyone love me? Why

l special. I just wanted someone, just one person to care about me. To choose me, and

ced myself to let go. I pushed myself up on unstea

like he might try to stead

ge bill, and dropped it onto the co

the lobby. The bright lights hurt my eyes. My heels clicke

ailable? Something not

g quickly over his keyboard. "Good evening, miss. J

omeone stepped

adjusting the cuffs of his suit. "I need a spar

as his phone rang, and h

ception now. Grabbing the spare key for Mr. Reed.

d two room keys onto the counter. One h

ithout looking at it, he was still ta

d the receptionist in a mumble, an

alling face-first onto the floors. When I finally reac

om

he door open. The room was huge and far more

ist made a mistake? I shrugged. Their problem, not mine. I was

oor behind me, and instantly he

Maybe someone for

ed off my shoes, tugged my dress over my he

I had stupidly bought to seduce Charles tonight. I pus

The sheets were so soft. I closed my eyes instantly, fal

the hell... Is it

d came face-to-face with the pret

s eyebrow was arched in confusion and frustration. His chest, lean and sculpt

ght of a hot strang

aving a w