Page 6 of Tight Ends & Tiaras
That finally gets Cal Winston’s attention.
“What the hell?” He removes the girl from his face, long enough for me to recognize Destiny, my alleged best friend.
“Oh, my God. Sienna!” She covers her tits as though there’s some modicum of modesty left in her treacherous body. Her eyes are heavy-lidded and bloodshot. She’s obviously drunk, but that’s no excuse to climb onto my boyfriend’s mouth and gyrate her vagina.
Cal’s eyes widen when he sees me. “Sienna. Babe. It’s not what it looks like.”
How damn stupid does he think I am? For fuck’s sake, his mouth is wet. Compliments of my ex-best friend.
One by one, he hustles everyone off him. The other two are women I’ve seen at parties. Girls I’ve asked him about and he’s denied ever fooling around with them. Guess the joke’s on me. Because common sense says this isn’t the first time he’s cheated on me.
I think back to all the nights he had some weird reason we couldn’t get together, excuses that didn’t totally make sense, or instances when he acted suspiciously. How he was “meeting up with his parents for dinner” after a game when the rest of the team was celebrating. Or how he “needed to see his tutor” on a Friday night. That time I heard him whispering on the phone in the bathroom at three in the morning, and he claimed it was a “roommate.”
I’m. An. Idiot.
If I ever needed a reason to think relationships were a waste of time and effort, it’s standing right in front of me with his dumb dick swinging in the wind.
I turn for the door, but he grabs me and pulls me to his sweaty chest. “Don’t go, Sienna. I’m so sorry! They don’t mean shit to me. I love you!”
Nausea roils my stomach as I’m hit with the smell of sex and body odor and my roommate’s perfume. “Let go of me, you asshole!”
I try to twist out of his hold, but he squeezes me tighter. When I open my mouth to scream that he let me go, the words never come.
Because everything suddenly goes dark.
