Page 92 of Crash
“Talk to me, Vee.”
“I can’t do this,” I muttered, my voice feeling thick. “I shouldn’t have come. I shouldn’t have left the house.”
“What did he do?” Ash practically roared down the phone.
“She was in his bed.” I’d seen it with my own two eyes, but saying it? The reality slammed into me again, and I sobbed harder.
“Motherfucker!”
I felt like I was splitting in two.
“Where are you?”
“At the hotel…”
“Where, Vee?”
“The QT. Room five-oh-eight.”
“Stay in your room. Don’t go anywhere. Do not talk to him or let him in, you hear?” he commanded. “I’m coming to get you.”
As the call disconnected, I let the phone fall to the floor where it hit with a thud. Burying into the bed, I sobbed harder, everything hurting with a pain I never thought possible.
All those months ago, I made the wrong decision.
I should never have left the house.
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The elevator doors slid shut with a boom and I smashed my fist against the wall with a cry.
Violet had faced her greatest fear and flown to Sydney to see me. So what the fuck was happening right now? I couldn’t understand why she’d run like that.
Turning toward my room, I strode down the hall and tried her phone, my heart beating double-time. It rang out to voicemail as I was unlocking my room. I went to dial again, but as I stepped into the bedroom, my gaze instantly locked with Andrea.Fucking Andrea. She was lying on my bed, totally naked, with a come-hither look on her face.
“Hey,” she cooed, letting her legs fall open.
Violet must’ve come here to surprise me and found her like this and thought… Rage boiled up to the surface. I grabbed the pile of clothes she’d left on the bench and threw them at her.
“What the fuck,” I snapped.
“Well, hello to you too,” she said with a pout.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
“Fighting for what I want,” she said, jutting her chin out defiantly.
“What you want?” I threw my hands up into the air, my thoughts going to Violet who was probably having a breakdown someplace. She wasn’t answering my calls, she was just gone, and the thought of her hurting like that…
“You were wrong to dump me,” Andrea said, getting off the bed and crossing over to me. She reached out for my cock, and I jerked backward.
“No, I was right,” I scoffed. “Look at yourself, Andrea. Do you think this is normal fuckin’ behavior?”
“I’m in love with you,” she exclaimed.
“Love?” I spat. “How can you love someone when you don’t even know them? This isn’t a fucking romance novel, Andrea.I don’t know you.”
