I keep my head down for fear of what I’ll see reflected in the mirror before me.
But eventually, I can’t put it off any longer.
Guilt and shame threaten to swallow me whole as I look myself dead in the eyes.
“Goodbye, Casey,” I whisper as if it’ll help.
It won’t.
27
CASEY
Ipractically run down the hallway on unsteady legs with tears in my eyes and my heart in my throat.
That was…
That was everything…until it wasn’t.
Everything I thought I’d made up in my head about last time...the connection...the chemistry...it was all there. Hell, it was even better than the last time, because we weren’t hiding.
We both knew who the other was, and it made it so much more intense.
I knew last time that I shouldn't have been with him. But this time, he knew it too, and I swear it made our desire burn even hotter.
As I round the corner, spotting our hotel room and my escape, I reach into my pocket for the keycard. But it’s not there.
My heart plummets as I frantically check my other pockets.
I have my cell, but there is no sign of the keycard.
“Fuck,” I hiss, spinning around to look down the hallway as if I just dropped it.
Unsurprisingly, there is nothing there.
Lifting my hand, I comb my fingers through my knotty sex hair and groan.
I have two options.
Go back and ask for it.
Or call Parker.
A bitter laugh erupts. There really is only one option.
There is no way I can face him again so soon.
“Hellooo,” Parker sings after picking up on the third ring.
I squeeze my eyes closed, embarrassed by this entire situation.
“Please can you let me into our room? I’ve lost my key.” My voice is quiet and cracked with emotion.
Voices float down to me, and I cringe at the thought of any Vipers staff seeing me. I don’t doubt I look thoroughly fucked, and I’m not wearing any panties.
The asshole stole them.
Or worse. It could be my father.
