Page 20 of The Betrayal You Serve

"Okay, if you're sure. I'm all up for a night of cheesy rom-coms and a tub of ice cream each as you drown your sorrows.”

"I just want to sleep."

"Okay. I'll wait for another day to dust off my old DVDs."

"Deal."

"Call me if you need anything."

She disappears and the second the door closes behind her, my entire body sags in defeat and I stumble into the bathroom.

Really, I don't have the energy to shower, but every time I move I can smell Luca and Leon on me and I need it gone. I need the memory of how badly I fucked up tonight gone.

The effects of the vodka seems to have long disappeared now just leaving a lingering thud behind my temples.

Dragging Leon's shirt over my head, I drop my panties and step under the stream of water hoping that it won't only wash away their scents but also the memories of every bad decision I made tonight.

I shouldn't have run.

If I didn't freak out at the thought of someone else being pregnant with Kane's baby then maybe all of this could have been avoided.

I fall back against the tiled wall and slide down until my ass hits the floor.

The anger that covered Kane's face as he realized what I'd been doing with the Dunns fills my mind before the utter devastation on Luca's when he discovered that Leon and I have been lying to him for years.

A sob rips up my throat as I drop my head into my hands and finally let myself drown in my regrets and the pain that comes with them.

* * *

The sound of people moving around outside my room wakes me the following morning long before I'm ready to face reality.

My eyes are swollen and sore from crying long into the night, and my body is heavy with exhaustion.

Turning over, I grab my cell and look at the time, not missing that I have no calls or messages from either Kane or Luca.

I get it. They must both hate me right now.

"Ugh," I groan into my pillow, knowing that I need to do something about my disaster of a life but really, would be more than happy to hide in my room all day and not talk to anyone.

Refusing to act like the victim in all of this, I drag my ass from bed and get dressed.

There's one person in all of this mess who's done nothing wrong and that's where I need to start.

Pulling on a pair of jeans and a sweater, I tie my hair up in a messy bun and apply a light layer of makeup before pulling my door open.

All eyes turn on me as I step out, reminding me that every single person here is aware of what went down last night. My cheeks heat as the image of Leon between my thighs hits me.

What the hell was I thinking?

I wasn't. I was fueled by anger and vodka.

No one says anything as I make my way through the room and I hate that they're walking on eggshells because of me.

"It's okay, you can continue as if I never walked in."

"You caused quite a scene last night," Brax says after another awkward few seconds.

"Sorry if I killed the party."