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The sound of light footsteps gets louder, and everyone turns to look at the doorway. I know I should probably keep my head down and not show any interest in front of Cade, but the prospect of seeing her again after last night is too much.
I suck in a shaky breath as Sasha appears in the doorway. She looks good. Better than I feel, that's for fucking sure. She walks farther into the room before the person attached to her hand emerges.
All the air in my lungs rushes out in one go.
Mia's face is pale. Too pale. She has swollen, dark circles around her eyes, as if she's been up all night, and her hair hangs limply around her shoulders. Fury surges through me as thoughts of what that motherfucker might have done to her last night hit me.
"Mia, what's wrong? What happened?" I'm up and out of my seat, the words of concern spilling from my lips before I even registered that I've moved.
Her lips part in shock as her eyes harden in anger. "Wha—What happened? Are you fucking kidding me?" Tears fill her eyes as her lips twist. "I can't do this."
She rips her hand from Sasha's and takes off.
"Ah, she still pissed about the little show Bexley put on last night?" Cade barks through a laugh.
"Shut the fuck up, prick," Sasha spits before running after Mia.
My brows furrow as I glance around the table at everyone, zeroing in on Cade. He smirks, only fueling the anger swelling inside me.
"Will someone tell me what the fuck is going on?"
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Mia
I run and don’t look back, taking two stairs at a time as tears drip down my face.
How could he?
How could he act as if nothing happened? As if he didn’t bang Brook at the party last night?
God, I’m such a fool. Cade was right—Bexley is just like the rest of them. Conceited and selfish. Callous and cruel.
A thought flickers in the back of my mind, but I’m too distraught to latch onto it as I storm into Sasha’s room and slam the door. She follows me inside a second later, her expression etched with concern.
“Ready to tell me what happened last night?” Her brow arches.
“He… he fucked her.” The words sour on my tongue.
“What?”
“Bexley… he was… fucking her.”
“You’re going to have to be a bit more spec—Brook.” Realization dawns on her. “You mean Brook, don’t you?”
“I saw it.” I drop down on the edge of the bed. “I saw everything.”
“Motherfucker,” she hisses. “He knows, doesn’t he?”
I nod, my heart breaking in my chest. I didn’t think it was possible to cry any more tears after last night when I finally fled to Sasha’s room, but they wrack my body, great big ugly sobs I feel all the way down to my soul.
“He must have
done something… there’s no way Bexley would—”
“Oh my God.” I shoot upright. “You’re right.” Hurrying to the door, I heave it open and spill into the hall. I just reach the staircase when Bexley appears.
“Thank God, we need to—”
