Second Chance Scandal - Page 76

Quickly, I threw on a shirt and grabbed my keys to haul ass over to the guesthouse. It was almost nine by the time I pulled into my driveway, realizing her mom’s car wasn’t where she usually parked. It was Saturday night. Her mom must have been out with some friends.

With one foot in front of the other, my feet stomped against the pavement toward her place.

My heart was pounding.

My head was throbbing.

For the first time in my life, I feared what I would see when she opened the door. Already thinking where the spare key to the guesthouse was, I didn’t think she’d answer, but to my surprise, she actually did.

Her eyes were wide as she questioned, “What are you doing here?”

Ready to lay his ass out, I barged inside. “Where’s your date?”

She arched an eyebrow, looking at me like I was crazy, and I was. I’d totally lost my fucking mind, but thinking of her with another guy wasn’t anything I’d ever expected.

She cunningly smiled. “You just missed him.”

I inhaled a deep breath, stepping away from her, finally able to see straight.

“Does your mom know you had a guy here while she’s out?”

“Does my mom know all the times I crawled into your bed while she was sleeping?” She shut the door, walking back toward her bedroom, and I followed her, losing all sense of reason.

Exactly the way she wanted me to.

Closing her bedroom door behind me, I leaned against it before folding my arms over my chest. Watching as she sat on the edge of her bed, I noticed she was only wearing a thin white t-shirt.

My glare shifted to her hair that was a disheveled mess, along with the sheets that were scattered on the bed.

Thinking the worst, I accused, “Did you fuck him?”

She smirked. “Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t.”

“Sophie…”

“What does it matter? Why are you even here? You’re supposed to stay away from me, remember? I mean, you’ve been doing such a great job since you moved out. Why not keep going?”

“I wasn’t blowing you off.”

“Great, because I was blowing someone.”

My jaw tightened. “Let’s try this again. Did you fuck him?”

She put her finger up to her lips, peering up at the ceiling. “Did I fuck him?” she mocked, causing me to flinch. I wasn’t used to hearing her cuss.

“If by that you mean, did he touch me, or did I touch him?” She thought about it for a second. “There was definitely touching.”

My fists clenched at my sides to the point of pain. “Did. You. Fuck. Him?”

“Does it count if he made me scream his name?”

And that was all it took for me to completely lose my shit. In an instant, I was in her face. My abrupt movement caused her to fall back onto her bed.

Hovering above her, I bit, “Was it the first time?”

“It wasn’t the last.”

I growled, gripping her neck.

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