Page 33 of Brutal Titan

“He won’t.” And even if he does, telling Elliot probably wouldn’t be the best idea. Grant deserved every bit of the pain inflicted upon him, but I don’t want Elliot involved. “He just caught me off guard.” Again.

“That night in the guesthouse, what happened?”

“No. I didn’t sleep with him.”

“I believe you, but something happened, and I want to know what. Did he hurt you?”

Shaking my head, I turn to grab my bag. This isn’t a conversation I want to have with Elliot of all people.

“Victoria, tell me.”

My back is to him, but I know exactly when he steps behind me. Still trying to calm his exasperated breathing, heat radiates from his pores.

“He followed me into the guesthouse. I didn’t know he was in there until I woke up with his hands on me. I got pissed, told him to leave, and I did the same.” Purposely, I leave out what happened before I woke up. There’s a good chance Grant will retaliate and send the photo out, but there’s a possibility he will fear the consequences since he just got his ass kicked again. Doubtful, but I can hope. And I do because I just want to forget all about it.

“I—”

“No. Don’t. I just want to forget … everything that happened that night.”

His face pains when I exaggerate the word everything because that includes him. Grabbing my bag, I walk out of the locker room. He trails a step behind in unnerving silence, following me to my car. I slide into the driver’s seat, shutting the door without a word as he walks away. He jerks the door of his NSX open before dropping inside and slamming it closed. Forcing my eyes off of him, I drive away, steering to the place I shouldn’t go because of him, but wanting to be there even more now because unlike Elliot Bass, Olivia makes me believe there is some hope left in the world.