Page 23 of Tattooed Love

I took my clothes off in front of Jax and MY BROTHERS!

This thought kept running through my head, as the events of the night before came back to me in waves the next morning.

Another wave of nausea ripped through my body, and I clenched the toilet bowl a little tighter.

What was I thinking? Oh wait… I wasn’t!

I shouldn’t have drunk so much, but it was so heart-wrenching to have to leave the gang and Blake.

He had hit me though.

But the thing was, before that night, Blake had never laid a finger on me. He protected me, he loved me.

We had the modern day romance; it would have made a great romance novel.

Even the ending was twisted; wasn’t that what every reader wanted?

For the characters to be left heartbroken.

Well I was.

And now I had no choice but to walk away, because Blake and I both knew that was the only way to go.

If we really wanted to end it.

Which we had to.

I leaned away from the toilet bowl, and ran my fingers through my hair.

I hoped that I had just imagined that Cole had carried me up to my bedroom.

Maybe they had left already, thinking that it was nothing?

My hand wrapped around the basin for support, and I pulled myself up to my feet.

I suppose I would find out soon enough.

What makes a hangover worse? What doubles the nausea ripping through your stomach? What increases the mind hammering headache?

Knowing that your brothers and wanker of a guest got a strip show when you were wasted, and then to know I now had to go and face them all. Together.

As I twisted the taps and the water started to flow, the bathroom began to steam up.

I hoped and prayed my brothers had left.

***

I stood outside the dining room, leaning against the wall, listening to my brothers’ conversation.

“You sure it was the HellBound tattoo?” Tyler asked.

“Yes, it was their tattoo!” Cole exclaimed.

“We would have seen her!” Tyler pressed.

“It was their tattoo Tyler,” Troy emphasized.

“How could dad be so fucking blind?” Cole roared.

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