Page 118 of Damaged Prince
I watch as he downs another beer. His sixth one since being here. I’ve counted. I know, it’s stupid, but I’m worried, okay?
I’m too far away to know if he’s on anything, or if the hazy look to his eyes is just the beers.
My heart jumps in my throat when I see him lean down to listen to what the girl is saying. He nods his head, flashing hera smile. He says something to his buddies before she leads him away.
Where the fuck are they going?
A sweat breaks out over my body, stomach sinking with this sick panic. He better not be doing what I think he’s doing.
God, please don’t tell me this is happening.
I watch them disappear into the house, and all I want to do is cry.
“I have to pee,” I tell Winter, my voice cracking. She looks up at me, her attention just on her phone.
“Okay. You want me to come?”
“No.” I shake my head. “I’ll be okay.”
Leaving her, I head in the direction they disappeared.
I have no idea what I’m doing or why I’m following, but I have to know. I have to know what they’re doing, or it's going to eat me alive.
Would he really be sleeping with another woman? I know we’re not together, but I thought I meant something to him.
If he’s not with me only because he’s going through shit, why does any other woman deserve his time and attention?
Weaving my way through the drunken crowd, I head into the door I believe they went into.
There are people hanging out in the hallway and stairway. “Hey, did you see a blond guy and girl come through here?” I ask some random person, who just gives me a weird look before going back to talking to their friend. Okay, rude.
Not sure if they went into the house, or upstairs, I head deeper into the party with hopes they’re just getting new drinks or something. Maybe talking to other people. But after I check the whole downstairs and don’t see them, the fear of what I’ve been dreading becomes real.
Eyeing the stairs, I debate going up there or not. What would I do if they are up there having sex? Burst into the room and demand they stop? I have no right. I’d only be hurting myself.
I guess I don’t seem to care, because I start heading towards the stairs.
“Hey, you’re Owen’s stepsister, right?” A guy stops me, chuckling with his buddies.
“Ah, yeah?” I frown. “So?”
“Are you really fucking his two brothers?” another guy asks.
“I don’t think that’s any of your business.” I give him a fuck off look.
“Are you fucking him too?” the first one asks. “If so, you should know he just went upstairs with a girl.”
“What the fuck, man?” One of the guys slaps him on the arm. “She doesn’t wanna hear about her stepbrother having sex. Ew.”
“Why not? She’s fucking her other two stepbrothers.”
“How about this?” I snap, grabbing their beers out of their hands. “You both go fuck yourselves.” I snap, anger fueling me as I dump the beer over their heads.
The group of guys laugh at their friends' expense as I push my way past them and up the stairs.
What are you doing, Laney? Why are you doing this to yourself? Go back outside with your friends, your boyfriends . Don’t put yourself through more pain than you're already in over this guy.
He doesn’t want you. Stop making yourself look like an idiot.
