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“They’re just the right size,” Stanley argued, reaching up to tweak one of my nipples painfully before cupping one in his palm. “They’re sensitive too. Right, babe?”

“You’re being an ass,” I forced out, trying to fix my shirt but he held firm as his friend got to his feet and walked towards us. I shrunk back against Stanley as Raymond peered down at me, tilting his head.

“I guess they’re cute.”

“Seriously, dude. Big tits are overrated. Cop a feel. These are way better,” Stanley insisted, and it took me a second to understand what he said. I jerked as his friend didn’t hesitate to reach out and palm my breast, a tear finally falling and my throat went tight.

Stanley had never acted like this before, and he never let his friends disrespect me. Would he let them go further without my permission?

“You’re pretty when you cry,” Raymond murmured, a sick smile spreading across his lips as he held my gaze, leaning down to take my nipple between his teeth. He bit down firmly, making me squeal from the sharp pain.

“Don’t touch me!” I snapped, but it came out as a sob, amusing him.

“Relax. I’m not going to fuck you right now.” That didn’t make me feel any better. He had rocks in his head if he thought I’d ever let him sleep with me.

Stanley fixed my shirt with a snort, finding my reaction dramatic.

“We’re just playing, babe. There’s no need to get upset about it.”

He placed me on the couch beside him to grab us more drinks, and I hated how Raymond kept eyeing me silently from his seat. The others had moved on with their conversations, but not him. He just kept staring at me like a creep.

I took small sips of my drink once Stanley handed it back, but he kept chucking them down my throat like water, replacing them the moment they were empty. Luckily, they were all drinking just as much too, so once they’d passed out, I stumbled towards the door and headed to my car, locking myself inside it.

I was way too drunk to drive, but I had to get out of here. Tears fell uncontrollably as I started the engine and backed out of the driveway, and I could hardly see as I drove slowly along the road.

I had to pull myself together before anyone saw me or they’d ask questions, and I didn’t want to come across as a crybaby. It’s not like they’d raped me or anything. I’d seen Stanley’s friends share girlfriends before, so maybe that girl had been right and I was just being a prude.

I had no idea where I was going, but I somehow got to Riley’s house in one piece, turning the engine off to give myself five minutes of peace.

I wasn’t ready to go inside yet.

ChapterSeven

Riley

Iwas pissed that Luna had ignored my texts and calls all evening. If she was that upset with me about that morning, she could’ve just told me she wasn’t coming.

Blake and Kate were laughing at the other end of the table while Beckett and Maddox were ganging up on Jett to make him take shots, and Mom’s eyes were firmly glued to me across the table. She knew I was mad, but she didn’t bother asking me what was wrong. She knew I’d been waiting for Luna.

Ryder walked in with a frown on his face, dropping his car keys on the counter.

“You’re late,” Mikey observed with a grin. “You’re basically begging Mom to let you do the dishes.”

He ignored him, turning to me. “What’s up with Luna?”

“What do you mean?” I snorted. “She’s being a bitch again. Where did you see her? She’s supposed to be here but she’s ignoring me.”

“Uhhh,” he dragged out slowly, giving me a weird look. “She’s asleep in her car out front.”

“What?” I demanded, shoving my chair back. “She’s here?”

“Yeah. I knocked on the window, but she must be in a deep sleep.” He shrugged, and I didn’t hang around longer to find out more. I headed straight into the cool night air, walking towards her car and peering inside, finding her asleep with her face turned away from the window.

I knocked loudly for ages until she stirred, her eyes finally meeting mine with confusion. They were glassy, and my suspicions were confirmed when she opened the door and the smell of booze hit me.

“You fucking drove here drunk?” I hissed, snatching her keys and eyeing her with annoyance. “You didn’t even put a seat belt on?”

“I can’t go home this drunk,” she slurred, trying to get out but almost landing on her face. “I wanted to come stay with you.”