Page 233 of When We Fall: Part Two
She nipped and sucked at my flesh, making me swallow down a groan.
She slid off my lap and went to her knees in front of me and reached for my waistband.
Oh my god.
I almost hung up the damn phone.
“It’s Bianca. Please come.”
FUCK.
“I’ll be there in a minute,” I said.
I disconnected the call.
“I-I have to go. I’m sorry.” I stumbled up around her, my heart racing.
I was so fucking wasted. I fell against the chair, groaning as someone pounded on my door.
Quickly, I went to Rosalie and helped her to her feet.
“I’m so sorry. Go to my room.” I stuffed her clothes into her hands. “Fuck.”
She looked dazed, confused, and honestly a little hurt.
She didn’t argue, though. She made her way to my room, closing the door softly behind her.
I heard my key in the door before it swung open. Trent stomped in, looking confused.
“Dad’s blowing up my damn phone, man. What the fuck are you doing?—”
He took a look around, taking in the empty alcohol bottles and my shirt off.
“Fuck. Sorry,” he said, wincing. “Bad timing, huh?”
“The worst.” I tugged my t-shirt back on before pulling on my hoodie.
“You, uh, have lipstick, like, everywhere,” he said before pointing to my neck. “And a hickey.”
“Damnit.” I rushed to the bathroom and washed Rosalie’s lipstick from my face, noting I did, indeed, have a hickey from her lips on my neck.
If I weren’t such a piece of shit fuck-up, I’d have reveled in that little trophy, but I was sobering fast.
And I wasn’t feeling good.
I’d cheated on my fiancée.
While I knew all the things about Bianca weren’t real, the commitment I made was.
I rushed back, not having the time to wallow in my guilt, before following Trent out. I locked the door behind me and went downstairs. I tossed him my keys.
“You drive. I’m too drunk.” I winced. I hadn’t said goodbye to Rosalie.
He grunted and got behind the wheel as I climbed into the passenger seat. But not before I threw up on the sidewalk.
“You’re so fucked up,” Trent muttered, revving the engine as I wiped and rinsed my mouth with bottled water in my car.
“I am a fuck-up,” I said as we pulled onto the street. “Fuck. Fuck!” I punched my dashboard.
