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“I appreciate you, you know?” Trent continues, obviously drunk like the rest of us. He moves closer to me, standing at my side and staring at me.

“Thanks,” I say, hoping this guy hurries up to get our jackets. If Mikah didn’t love his so much, I’d say fuck it and leave without it.

“I don’t think you understand what I’m saying,” Trent says as the guy comes back and hands me the two jackets.

I step to the side to listen to what Trent is trying to say, and he moves even closer. So close he’s touching me, and I raise a brow.

“What are you trying to say?” I ask. He’s an inch or two shorter than me. Smaller in body build, but a good-looking guy. Very pretty and feminine. The exact type of guy I made most of my videos with. The type of guy that isn’t Mikah, which some may think is odd. But I guess it’s like that thing with men who fuck blonds but then marry a brunette. Not sure what it says about someone, but it’s a thing guys do… for some reason. Probably some deep-seated judgmental thing, which isn’t cool, but I’m in no mood to dissect shit right now. I’ll leave it as twinks are my mistresses and Mikah is my forever. There, simple enough.

“Allowing me to make that video with you has done amazing things for me, and I think I owe you.”

I smile at him. “You don’t owe me anything, Trent. I got an award too, remember?”

“Oh, I remember all right.”

His gaze dips to my lips, and I know at this very moment, I need to get out of here. This isn’t going to end well for him if I don’t. Problem is, I’ve had a lot to drink and I move too slowly. Before I know what’s happening, he grabs me, which causes me to stumble because I’ve also had a lot to drink. I reach for him, so I don’t fall on my ass and make headlines. Then he shoves his tongue down my throat.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Mikah

I chug a second glass of water and put it on the bar before getting to my feet. It’s hot as fuck in here, and not that outside is going to be any better, but at least the fresh air will smell better than the mix of sweat, perfume, cologne, and alcohol.

Dominic is taking way too long. He said he was going to get our jackets, and he’d be back, but I already drank enough water and we’ll be out of here sooner if I meet him at the coat check. I’ve never been to Vegas before, and it’s absolutely fucking nuts that these clubs don’t close until morning. Like, late morning when the sun is coming up. They go all night, and that is just… crazy. I had fun tonight, but I can’t imagine this being a routine thing for me.

As carefully as I can, I make my way through the crowd of people, not wanting to bump into someone and piss them off. Drunk people can be unpredictable, and though I’m happy as hell when I’m drinking, many people aren’t.

People like my mother, who was always nastier after having some drinks. Though, that was probably because she drank shitty whiskey straight from the bottle. I’ve never had whiskey, and don’t plan to. I’m afraid it’ll make me like her. Mean and disgusting. I don’t want to be mean and disgusting. There are so many things that I don’t want to be, and I’ve spent so much of my life focusing on them that I never took the time to decide who I do want to be.

It’s always beenI don’t want to be this wayorI can’t be that way.

Who am I? I feel like I don’t even know. This trip has been an eye opener in so many ways. So has meeting Dominic.

I realize I’m going the wrong way when I see the signs for the bathroom, so I double back and find the door that leads to the lobby, which is where the coat check is. Heading that way, I spot the long line of people waiting to get their jackets. I blink a few times, moving closer, knowing Dominic has to be here somewhere. Unless I missed him? Was he heading back into the bar when I was at the other end? Hell, I probably should have stayed where I was and waited for him to come to me.

I get closer to the line, and finally I spot him off to the side, our jackets draped over his arm. I smile so big, unable to stop it, just from looking at him. God, he’s so fucking handsome. But then he’s moving, and that’s when I notice the guy in front of him wearing a bright pink suit. Someone I recognize all too well from earlier. Trent. The guy who kissed my boyfriend onstage. The guy who won an award for Best Couch Scene with my boyfriend.

And now my boyfriend is gripping onto Trent’s upper arm and they’re kissing. Again. Right now, in front of me, only this time Dominic doesn’t know I’m watching it. Dominic’s lips are on Trent’s. They are holding on to one another—andkissing. Right here, for all to see. In front of everyone. In front of me. For no fucking reason at all other than they want to.

Dominic is kissing him. He’s… cheating on me.

My blood turns to ice, and I feel like I’m going to throw up everything I’ve ingested in the last few hours. Fuck. What the actual fuck?

I turn away, looking for another way out, needing to get the hell out of here. There’s an exit sign to the left, and I see people going that way, so I stumble after them. I make my way onto the streets of Vegas. It’s almost as loud out here as in the club. Looking both ways, I try to find a place to run to, but there are people everywhere, lights all over, it’s fucking insane. So I just go. I have no idea where I’m going or what I’m going to do, I only know that I need to get out of here.

It should have been a red flag when Dominic said nothing to me about the kiss up on stage. No apology, no explanation, nothing.

No, he didn’t initiate it, but he could have acknowledged it. Even a, “Hey, I’m sorry that happened,” would have sufficed. What would have been better was him telling me he’d tell Trent to fuck off, but now I see why he didn’t.

Dominic must have known the whole time they’d get the award together, and he “forgot” to tell me. He probably planned that little stunt on stage too, which is why he didn’t say anything. He’s told me he doesn’t like lying, and so the best way to avoid lying is to avoid talking about things you’d have to lie about. I knew this was all too good to be true.

Fuck, what am I going to do?

I move further down the street with no idea where I am going to go. Each step sobers me up more and more.

I finally come upon an area that isn’t crowded, and I slip out of the way of drunk people walking down the sidewalks and lean against a brick wall to breathe.I just need a second to breathe.

Maybe that wasn’t what it looked like.

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