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CHAPTERFOUR
VANESSA
I shift in my bed, a loud groan bringing me out of slumber, but it takes me a moment to realize that it’s me. I’m the one groaning. I fall to my back, blinking my eyes open, only for the sunlight to make my eyes ache. Or maybe it’s the overall dryness—the dryness of my eyes, the dryness in my mouth. I place my forearm over my eyes, shielding them from the bright light.
What did I do last night?
Before I can even finish the question, the flashbacks of the day before come rushing back to me. Working late. John’s message about not making a date. Deciding to surprise him with dinner, only to find him exiting the building with another girl at his side.
Nausea makes my stomach roll uncomfortably. I press my hand against my mouth, unsure if I should stay put and try to roll with the waves or get the hell up and run to the bathroom.
John was with another girl.
John was with another girl.
John was with another girl.
And not just any girl, but hisfiancee.
The bile rises in my throat, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth.
So much for thinking things couldn’t get much worse.
How could he have done that to me? To us? We’d been together for eight years! Eight damn years, only for him to get engaged to another girl behind my back? Who the hell does that? And why?
Tears burn my eyes, making my vision blurry—the mix of sadness, hurt, and fury fighting for dominance in my heart.
Blinking away the tears, I turn to the side and almost yelp in surprise at the sight of the sleeping man on the other side of the bed. Sitting upright, I cover my mouth with my hand, only to realize I’m as naked as the day I was born. In bed. With none other than Quinn McLannister.
No.
No, no, no, no.
This can’t be happening.
But it is.
It’s like seeing him jolted a memory, and I see it all play out in vivid color.
Quinn coming home just to catch me falling apart. Quinn inviting me over to his place. Drinking and eating ice cream. Me basically crawling into his lap and kissing him.
Him kissing me back.
And sex.
Oh-my-God.
Crazy, sweaty, rock-your-world-on-its-axis sex with a man that I’ve known since he was just a boy, basically. Okay, not aboy, but a teenager.
I press my legs together, feeling an unfamiliar ache between my thighs.
What the hell do I do?
I look around the room, taking in the unfamiliar space that’s Quinn’s bedroom.
I can’t stay here, that’s for sure. I can’t face Quinn. I know I can’t avoid it forever, but I can’t do it right now.
I basically assaulted the man. I run my hand over my face.Talk about embarrassing.
