Jax is right. I am acting like a little bitch about this because I like Tori. I like her a lot - more than a lot, and I wanted to see where this mutual attraction we have for one another goes.
What she did really wasn’t even that bad. I’ve kept secrets for Jax and vice versa. Is this really any different than him not telling Zoey something about me?
I know why it upset me initially. I am fiercely protective of my sister. Especially since she came home. I felt like things wouldn’t have gotten so out of control if Tori had just told us what she knew.
The truth is, it probably would have because it scared the fuck out of Zoey all over again. She had to relive those memories and nightmares all over again. Whether we found out what happened five minutes later or five years, it was going to affect her.
The elevator stops on the twelfth floor with a ding. The doors slide open allow me to stumble my way out. I am probably six feet from Tori’s room when I realize Maddox is at her door. I watch as she opens the door for him. He props a hand on each side. He shoulders are hunched and his head looks down.
Tori wraps him into a hug, but that hug turns to a kiss. That kiss turns to him hoisting her up with her legs going around his waist. He walks into the room with her then slams the door behind him.
Anger. Lots and lots of anger builds inside of me. I turn back toward the elevator to go in search of that redhead. Fitting considering right now all I see is red.
Tori
“FUCK!” I hear making me jump out of a pretty deep sleep.
My head pounds and the room spins, as I struggle to remember where I’m at.
“No, no, no, no. This isn’t happening. This didn’t fucking happen.”
My eyes struggle to focus. My ears fight to understand and recognize the voice. I look down to see that I am totally naked. My bare breasts are on full display as I sit up in the bed.
I begin remembering lips, hands, and -. OH MY GOD. Maddox and me.
“Shit!” I hiss as I pull the sheet back up to cover myself. I look around to see a totally naked Maddox scrambling to find his clothes that have been thrown in various places around the room.
I climb out of the bed, taking the sheet with me to find my own clothes. Out of my bag I quickly work myself into a t-shirt and a pair of shorts. I come across Maddox’s jeans and underwear and throw them at him. “This doesn’t leave this room,” I hiss at him.
“No fucking shit, Tori. What the fuck?”
“How much did we have to drink?” I question as I try to remember the details of the night before.
He winces but doesn’t look at me. “I don’t know how much you had to drink. I was too busy trying to get myself drunk. Plus, you left before me.”
I huff out a breath. This is not the best thing to wake up to. To realize you’ve slept with your friend and have no real recollection of the events. But still, he’s acting like we’ve committed some sort of atrocious crime.
Once he has himself decent, I walk to him to make him stop for one second. He tries to shrug me off. “Maddox, stop being a dick,” I tell him angrily. “Whatever happened, we’re two consenting adults. Stop acting like we’ve done something wrong.”
He shakes his head with a humorless laugh. He drags his fingers through this expensive haircut. “How the fuck would you know if you consented, Tori? You were plastered.”
“Are you serious right now? You think that you took advantage of me? Maddox, I might have been wasted, but I remember enough to know I was a willing participant. Extremely willing.”
“Neither one of us knew what the fuck we were doing,” he says squeezing the bridge of his nose.
“Exactly, and that’s why no one is going to find out about this. Right?”
He finally looks at me. He gives a dark chuckle then shakes his head. “No one finds out,” he finally agrees.
“And we’re good. We can’t act weird around each other or everyone will know something happened.”
He pulls me into a hug with a kiss to the top of my head. “We’re good, Tori, but now I’ve got to stop saying you’re like a sister to me.”
I slap his chest with a laugh. “You’re such an ass.”
“Never claimed to be anything else. You feeling any better about Zane?” He’s looking at me with worry in those damn bright blue eyes.
“You feeling better about Zoey?” I counter with a raised brow.
