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I toss the microphone to the floor and cover my mouth with my hand as I rush out of the room.
I make it to the bathroom, and that’s where the night ends for me.
Chapter seven
Sapphire
The room is swirling when I wake up in the morning, but I don’t have the immediate urge to puke. No, that was last night. When Scarlett came over and convinced me those weird cocktails were a great idea. It’s funny the things you’ll believe when you’re looking for a pick me up.
I force myself to get up, leaving Scar snoring softly on Ben’s side of the bed.
Ugh. Ben.
I don’t want to feel like I miss that asshole.
That rollercoaster finally stopped, and Scarlett dragged me out of my seat before it could start back up.
I’m not trapping myself in that cycle again. Not now that I know.
He was sleeping around the whole damn time.
I wasn’t his girlfriend. I was his local hook-up.
It makes me feel dirty.
My eyes tear up as I go into the bathroom and run the shower.
I had my doubts, but I pushed them to the back of my thoughts, and I did everything I could to avoid the obvious. I told myself we had something special. I let myself believe he was a good guy.
Whenever we were together, he made me feel like I was his girl.
I start to cry while I wait for the water to warm up.
I don’t want Scarlett to see me like this.
I shouldn’t be this upset over a creep who used me.
If anything, I should be mad at him, not sad that we didn’t mean what the biggest part of me thought we did.
Those doubts never went away, but I never looked at them.
I pretended they didn’t exist, but I knew they did.
If I’d really been sure, I would have told him I was an Omega while we were together.
All it would have taken was for him to stop putting us on a break whenever he left town, and he couldn’t even do that.
I feel like such an idiot.
When I step under the stream, I let my thoughts drift away and I concentrate on how good the warm water feels as I clean up, taking the time to wash and condition my hair.
I’m a little more ready to face the day by the time I step out of the shower.
When I step out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, I meet my mirror image in the hall, leaning in the bedroom doorway, with that sneaky smile on her lips.
“What?” I ask, knowing there’s something and hoping she’s finally ready to tell me what that something is.
“I think it would do you good to get out of the city,” she starts, running her hand down the doorframe. “Just for a little bit.”
