Page 19 of The Betrayal You Serve
"I'm sorry I ruined your night," I mutter quietly to Ella.
"Don't be silly. The guys lost. The party wasn't exactly banging."
"Not the point."
Micah walks back in and places the bottle on my nightstand.
"Can I do anything? I'm sure I could get Ellis to get the others to kick his ass for you."
A small smile pulls at my lips.
"Thank you, but it's okay. I think I might actually be the one who really fucked up tonight."
"What happened, Let?" Ella asks quietly.
Blowing out a long breath, I fall back onto my pillows as tears pool in my eyes once more.
"I-I think he's been sleeping with someone else."
"Asshole," she hisses. "I'll fucking kill—"
"Ella," I snap, cutting her off. "We weren't official, we haven’t laid down any rules or anything—"
"But even still, that's not—"
"I ran straight to Luca and Leon and… shit. I'm not exactly fucking innocent either."
"Twin sandwich?" she asks before all three of us snort with laughter.
It's so wrong. So, so wrong, but after all the tears and the pain, it's so fucking welcome.
Sitting up and scooting back against the wall, I stare down at my knees.
"I fucked up. But… shit."
"They that good?" Ella asks, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
I sigh, wishing the situation were different. "Yeah, that good."
"Jesus," Micah mutters, running his hands through his hair. "Is that what you really want? Is it? Two at a time?"
To anyone else, he might look like he's just asking a normal question, but I see more. I see it slowly killing him.
"It's just a fantasy," I answer for Ella in the hope of helping him out a bit. "I'm sure you wouldn't turn down two girls at once."
"One would be fine," he mutters, pushing from the chair while his eyes remain on Ella. "If you need anything, I'll be in my room."
"Thank you, Micah. You're a good friend." He smiles at me before disappearing and leaving me alone with Ella.
"Jeez, what's his problem?" she asks once he's far enough away he won't hear. "He needs to get laid," she says, answering her own question.
"Hmm…" I mutter, not waiting to get in the middle of anyone else’s life when my own is such a mess. "I need to take a shower," I admit before she starts digging.
"Want me to wait?"
I glance at the clock and my eyes widen when I see that it's not even that late. Today feels like it's lasted a week.
"It's okay, I'm probably just going to crash," I lie. The reality is that I'm going to spend all night staring at my ceiling thinking of all the things I could have done differently as my regrets about what did happen threaten to drown me.
