Page 31 of Curvy Cabin Fever
Of fucking course.
Thisis how he handles shit when it gets too real—rage first, regret later. I should’ve seen it coming.
Morgan’s already between us, one arm outstretched to block another blow. I push off the rail, fury curling under my ribs, but mostly I just feel tired. Tired of being the one who always has to deal with Damien’s goddamn temper.
I launch myself at him, but Morgan is too strong, keeping us apart as he barks at me to fucking control myself.
“Me?”I bark, pointing at the two men I see as my brothers. “It’s fucking her that’s done this! She turned up, and you two have turned into fucking walking come faucets!”
Damien shakes his head and spits on the ground, his finger moving in my direction as he hisses, “Upset her again, and I will hurt you, Rhett.”
Then he heads back into the cabin, leaving Morgan and me outside.
11
ARIA
Tears spill down my cheeks as I stumble back into the cabin, not knowing where to go or what to do. I head to Morgan’s room, hurrying into the ensuite and locking the door behind me before I fall to my knees and sob.
Rhett thinks I’m some kind of slut.
My cheeks burn with humiliation as I realize Rhett knows his friends better than I do—what if they’re just having fun with the fat girl?
Oh my god, I’ve been so stupid.
My hands tremble as I hug myself, trying to stop this feeling of regret from swallowing me whole.
I let myself believe this was real.
I’ve known these men forthree days—barely enough to decide whether I like them or not—and I’ve slept with two of them already.
Fuck. Am I that easy to get into bed?
I’m starved of attention, that’s what it is. Trevor cheated on me—the fuckwit—and he’s left me craving attention, and who better to find that from than three burly, dangerously hot as fuck men I’m snowed-in inside a cabin with?
Make that two, because Rhett hates me.
His words play over and over in my mind, and I wince, embarrassed beyond belief.
Stupid fucking Aria—always easily duped.
What woman in her right mind would stay with three strange men in a cabin in the mountains, anyway?My god, I could be on the news in a week—chopped into pieces.
Nausea rolls in my stomach, and I try to convince myself that Damien and Morgan aren’t murderers—although I can’t say the same for Rhett. I shudder at the thought of his jibes and stony stares, and here I was, thinking he was jealous.
Of what, Aria, you?The patronising voice in my head sneers.He’s had better women than you when he’s drunk. Don’t flatter yourself.
I swallow against the lump in my throat and push myself up, my knees aching from kneeling on the cold tile floor. My head pounds, my body feels hollow, but I don’t care.
I can’t stay here.
I wipe my face with shaking hands, but the tears keep coming, my stomach churning as I move toward the locked door.
I need to leave.
Before Rhett humiliates me even more. It’shiscabin, too! He will probably throw me out, anyway.
I will have to battle the roads. Fuck it—I have my Jeep. The thought terrifies me, but what other option do I have? Rhett could be violent, for fuck’s sake. I can’t expect his best friends to protectme—some random woman.
