Page 177 of Tainted Romance

ALLIE

Is there anything better than a good joint and live music? Wait. I knew that answer. There was one thing. Sex with Zane.

I groaned and inhaled on the joint. How could I be hours from him and he still be on my mind? Where was Blake? I needed him to distract me.

I was moving to the music and trying my best to forget my problems because come Tuesday morning, my problems would still be there, but this live music and this joint won’t be so I needed to enjoy both now.

I was in a world of my own when someone wrapped their hand around my upper arm, pulling me from the middle of the crowd.

WHAT THE FUCK!

I turned to yell at them, but who I saw, made me stop.

Ebony.

What did she want?

Why the hell was she here?

Did Blake invite her?

If so, why the hell didn’t he tell me?

I had spent the whole ride here getting on to him, how he needed to get back together with her so why didn’t he just tell me he had invited her? I would have stopped nagging him about him taking her back if I knew.

Because her being here, meant there was a chance they would get back together which I had to encourage because I wasn’t leaving my friend at the end of the year by himself.

“What do you want?” I snapped. She could hear me over the music so I didn’t need to yell, even though I would like to as she was sleeping with my mate.

It was because of her I was having nightmare after nightmare of being alone.

Facing the unknown by yourself was scary, and it was scaring me knowing at the end of the year I was moving countries and starting a whole new life on my own.

“I came to talk to you,” she snapped back about as friendly as a fight dog.

“I think you have the wrong person, Ebony. The person you want to speak to is Blake. Are you drunk or something?”

“WHY do people keep asking me that?! I’m not drunk! Or lost! I want to speak with you.”

“Well, that’s nice, but I don’t want to fucking speak to you. Now, fuck off.” I ripped my arm from her grasp.

She could die a slow painful death as far as I was concerned. It would be nothing compared to what she had put me through.

The memory of her in Zane’s room, in her underwear, flashed in my mind and him walking out of the bathroom with just a towel around him. Fuck it. I had trusted him.

I really was an idiot.

But my idiot days were behind me. I saw people for what they were, and Ebony was a slut. One that liked to sleep with my mate.

I might be encouraging Blake to get back together with her, but that was only because I didn’t want my friend by himself.

“Zane and I, we never slept together,” she yelled, trying to get my attention. “Not once have we slept together since he marked you.”

I scoffed, “Sure. Whatever you say, Ebony.”

“I’m not lying! Well, I was, but not about it now. We haven’t had sex. Zane doesn’t want me, and I don’t want him. All I want is Blake.”

“Well, go find Blake. I think he went to the toilet. Go check there.” I waved her off, not believing a word she was saying.

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