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Both women look at one another for a long second before all hell breaks loose and my world implodes around me.

Chapter Seventeen

Bea

“What…the…hell is going on!?”

I look from Kat to Bear and feel my world start to go gray.

“What are you doing here, Bea? I thought you were with Paul.” She looks between the two of us. It’s kind of clear what just happened. I can feel it running down my legs and squeeze my thighs together tight to keep it in. “Have you…have you been here fucking my brother? The entire week?!”

Kat is mad as hell, her eyes shooting sparks and she’s aimed them straight at me. I open my mouth but she isn’t done.

“You’ve been screwing my brother while trying to get with that douchebag, Paul? You used my brother! You… Bitch!”

She takes off, leaving the door standing wide open. I rush to the door to try to catch her but as I do, my phone dings with a text message. I ignore it and rush outside, Kat is pulling out of the driveway and speeding off. Damn it! Shit! I have to fix this. I have to find a way to make her understand…I love her brother. I’m in love with Bear.

When I come back inside with the intent to dress, I am met with a pissed off Bear. Is he mad because of what happened with Kat? Have I fucked us up before we got a chance to begin?

“Maybe my sister was right.”

He tosses my phone at me and I barely catch it before it hits the floor. I flip the phone over to stare at the screen and see a text message from Paul telling me to come on over…he’s ready for me just like we talked about on the boat.

I start to shake my head, feeling my heart plunge to my feet but Bear cuts me off, “Maybe you are just using me. You know things changed when you took me in your mouth, and again, when you slept with me, letting me take that cherry. But I guess it didn’t change for you since you already made plans for later tonight.”

He closes his eyes and turns from me before wheeling back around. “Unbelievable. You are un-fucking-believable. And I was easy wasn’t I, baby? I just lapped it all up. If I didn’t have a ring of blood on my cock I would have to wonder if I was even your first.”

He grabs his keys and pushes past me in a mad huff without giving me any time to speak or say a word in my defense. And suddenly, I’m all alone. The one thing I was afraid of when this whole stupid thing started has happened. I’m alone. By myself. In a stranger’s house.

When it comes right down to it, I’ve only known Bear for a few weeks. And just like Paul said I would, I gave him my whole heart the moment I gave him my body. Hell, he had my heart way before he had my body.

I spin around, looking at the darkening house. We didn’t turn any lights on when we first came in and now the house lies in shadow. So silent. So…not mine. Nothing is mine. Not this house, not my fucking shirt, not the man I just spent the best moments of my life with. I have nothing…not even my best friend. Or a place to live since I’m pretty sure Kat isn’t going to want the girl who fucked her brother living with her.

It doesn’t matter anyway. I could never be around Kat and pretend nothing happened between me and Bear. And what happens when he comes over to visit or fix something? No, I can’t go back to the apartment and I can’t stay here. So where do I go? Where is the place that I belong since it clearly isn’t with Bear or Kat?

The one place I can think to go is a place I haven’t been since…Christmas. I call an Uber. And go home. The entire way there I fight back tears and sit with my arms wrapped around my stomach like I am trying to hold in my aching, bruised organs.

I crawl out of the car and thank the driver, pulling my backpack full of clothes I had over at Bear’s with me. I’m going to tell my dad absolutely nothing. I’m going to tell him I just need a break and this is the only place I could get it.

As soon as my dad answers the door, I start bawling and fall into his arms.

“I messed up, Dad! I messed everything up!”

Chapter Eighteen

Bear

I sit in my dark living room and pretend to watch the movie on the screen in front of me. My phone rings and the sound is like an ice pick drilling in the side of my head. What the hell? I stumble to the island in the kitchen and swipe the damned thing up about to just hit ignore when I see my sister’s number.

Well fuck!

I answer but don’t get a word out before she’s rushing through whatever the hell is so important she had to interrupt my drinking for.

“Bea’s missing, Bear!”

My cold, dead heart gives a lurch but I take another drink to knock it the hell out again.

“No one’s seen her for at least a week.”

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