I readjust myself on the seat, causing Allie to straighten. Draping my arm behind her chair, I avert my eyes from Blaise eating Mia’s face off while her hand slips down his chest. They’re so open in public. He could finger her right here and neither of them would care about where we are or the audience they’d have.
I don’t want to see it.
“Do you want to go back to the cabin?” I ask Allie.
Her eyes light up. “Really?”
I nod. “Yeah. This place sucks.”
Blaise pulls away from Mia when Allie and I get to our feet. “We’re heading back,” my girlfriend tells them.
“Please stick to having sex on your side of the bed,” Mia says, smiling, but there’s a hint of something vicious in her tone. She glances at me with silent words I have no idea what the fuck mean, then turns back to Blaise.
He’s watching me as I wrap my arm around Allie’s waist and walk her in the direction of the bar’s exit.
As soon aswe’re through the door, Allie glues herself to my front, wrapping her arm around my neck and latching her mouth to my throat.
My bruised throat from Blaise strangling me.
I close my eyes and try to enjoy it, to like the way her tongue runs across my skin or the rushed way she unbuckles my belt.
I usually stop her and tell her I’m not ready, but after last night, and the way Blaise made me feel, I have to shadow it all with something else.
Weak.
I was weak. Always weak. The weak piece of shit who?—
“Come on,” Allie whispers, grabbing my hand and leading me to the bedroom, to the bed we share with Blaise and her best friend. “Please don’t stop me.”
She slides the straps of her dress from her shoulders, the material dropping and pooling at her feet.
I’m looking at her, and my eyes are on the marks on her breasts that I didn’t create. Someone else was on her only a matter of days ago, and she hasn’t even tried to hide it from me.
My gaze drops to the bruise on her hip, and she follows my line of sight. “Oh...” She hesitates and covers the blue-tinted skin with her hand. “Please don’t judge me.”
“Did he bend you over his desk again?”
The last time she had those marks, her professor made them. She got drunk and went into detail of how he worshipped her body while bending her over his desk, fucking her from behind while she imagined it was me.
Her bottom lip wobbles. “Yes,” she says quietly. “I won’t do it?—”
“Stop lying,” I snap, interrupting her. “You will do it again. I honestly think this is the eighth, maybe ninth time. Why are you with me? Give me a good reason, and I’ll forgive you.”
“I love you.”
“Not good enough. Your actions speak louder than words, Allie. Why, after two years of you fucking around behind my back, should I stay in this relationship? You make me look…”
Weak. Blaise’s voice is in my head, and I want to crack my own skull to pull him out.
She remains silent, tears building behind her eyes.
I step forward, anger growing the more I think about the shit she does and how it makes me look.
Weak.
I look weak.
“I don’t love you anymore. I don’t look at you and see a future, or think about ripping your clothes off and burying my cock inside you. The first time you cheated, I wanted to kill the guy. I wanted to kill you. But instead, I forgave you and let you do it to me again and again and again.”
