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They’re all ashamed of me and what I supposedly did.
But I didn’t do it.
Yeah, I wanted to hurt Olivia, but I never would have done something so… so…
“Reese?” Elliot booms again.
I figure that the longer this goes on, the more likely they are to be removed by security.
I’m not sure that even Elliot Eaton can get away with throwing his weight around in The Manor like he owns the place.
“Fuck off,” I grunt, although it’s nowhere near loud enough for them to hear as I swing my legs off the sofa. My need to take a piss overrides the alcohol that’s flowing through my system which is meant to be numbing everything to nothing.
Those videos, the photos I took… all of them are out there for the world to see. The entire school has seen her, seen her in a way that only I was meant to.
My stomach twists violently, and I quickly find myself running toward the bathroom before I hurl into the toilet, attempting to purge all my misdemeanours and bad intentions. But it’s not enough. It’ll never be enough.
“Ugh,” I groan, resting my head on the basin as my body burns up, sweat coating my skin.
It hurts, but I deserve it.
I deserve all of it for being stupid enough for thinking I could have something as good, as pure as Olivia Beckworth and keep her to myself.
I should have known something like this would happen.
“Reese?” The pounding on the door starts up again, making my brain rattle in my head.
“FUCK OFF,” I bellow, needing to do something to make it stop, to make it all stop.
But it doesn’t. And knowing Elliot, it never will.
He’s like a dog with a bone at the best of times, so I can’t imagine this will be any different.
Olivia might not be an Heir, but she’s one of us. Always has been. And I hurt one of our own.
But I didn’t do it.
My brain races—or at least attempts to—as I try to figure out the puzzle here.
Someone else got their hands on my phone in order to get those photos.
But who?
And who would be fucking stupid enough to go up against us like this?
They have to have a death wish, I know that much.
Stumbling to my feet, I somehow manage to get my body to comply enough to brush my teeth and attempt to freshen my mouth up.
Everything outside the room has fallen eerily silent, so I naïvely allow myself to believe that security has finally shown up and thrown Elliot’s arse to the curb.
That hope comes crashing down around my feet when I step out of the bathroom in only my boxers to find both Elliot and Theo standing in the middle of the suite.
Elliot’s top lip is peeled back in disgust as he looks around at the state of the room.
Theo’s eyes, though, are locked firmly on me, allowing me to see the hatred and the anger that burns within them. But he doesn’t get a chance to say or do anything, because as always, Elliot takes charge.
“What the fuck do you think you were playing at?”
