“Good girl. I’ve been dreaming of this,” Emmett says, low and full of lust.
I swallow again, but the donut is still stuck in my throat, and tears spring to my eyes.
I feel like I’m having an out-of-body experience.
He breaks hearts.
He gets around.
He’s just not a one-woman guy.
“Get your ass in here. I can’t wait any longer,” he rumbles before pulling her into the shadows. It’s hard to make out much unless it’s highlighted by the exterior lights. I see hands and hair as he fists her chocolate tresses and tips her head back for a kiss.
From there, they stumble back into the house and shut the door. What follows is a series of thumps, moans, and grunts.
Muffled exclamations follow over several minutes.
“Yes, Emmett!”
“Please, Emmett!”
“More, Emmett!”
I feel like I’m going to throw up the bite of donut that I just forced down. This is exactly what my brother warned me about less than twelve hours ago.
“Fucking perfect, right?” Ben says, eyes shining with pride.
“Yeah,” I say, trying not to sound out of breath even though my lungs are seizing in my chest and I’m finding it hard to breathe. “So great.”
I swallow as nausea builds.
He breaks hearts.
He gets around.
He’s just not a one-woman guy.
“I’ll be right back,” I say weakly, swallowing my saliva quickly over and over again, attempting to calm my stomach.
I hustle out of the trailer, clamping my lips together as a stray tear slips down my cheek. It’s hot enough out that the saltwaterdries against my skin almost instantly. But seconds later, it’s replaced by another.
When I get behind one of the farthest trailers in the field, I press a hand against the metal wall, bend over, and empty my stomach into the grass.
My body shakes as I stare down at the remnants of my breakfast and get my bearings.
I feel dizzy and entirely unlike myself. Without thinking, I pull out my cell phone and fire off a text to Emmett. My trembling thumbs type out the only thing running through my head right now.
How could you?
I send it and watch as it shows up delivered. It’s a text message Ineverthought I’d have to send him. I feel disconnected from my body, my limbs numb.
I don’t even know what to do with myself. Everything feels watery and pointless.
There’s no way I can head back into the production trailer, and I have to wonder if I’m even fit to finish out the final week of work. I walked onto the set feeling so fucking positive about where this was all going.
It never once crossed my mind that Emmett would betray me like this. Theo has always warned me about him, but all I’ve learned over the past couple of months is that Theo waswrong.
But what if he wasn’t?
