“Um.” He could hardly open his eyes as he sat up on his elbows, looking like he just escaped out of death’s ass hole. “I uh…I was here waiting for you.”
“Naked?” I leaned against the doorframe, crossing my arms. “You were here waiting for me…naked?”
He looked down at his limp dick and thick thighs. For a moment, he seemed almost as confused as I was. “Well, fuck. It seems I am naked.”
It took me a while to figure it out, but after I did, I wanted to kick my own ass for not realizing it sooner. “Beth just left. Seems like she spent the night here, too.”
“Ah-huh.”
“Tell me you didn’t fuck her in my bed.”
He held up his finger, a jerk-ass way of shushing me. “Give me a minute here. I’m just…I’m trying to go through what all happened last night. Like, I know you and me, we were talking in the kitchen.” He leaned over the bed and grabbed his boxers from the floor. “And then the asshole from the cottage interrupted us. You two disappeared, after which Spencer and I found you two in the cellar doing God knows what.”
“What is your point, Oakley?” I watched unamused as he slipped on his boxers before raking his fingers through his messy hair.
“Just hang on. I’m getting there.”
I gave the world’s longest eye roll while he pulled on his jeans.
“So, after finding you and the handyman down in the cellar, you mingled. Had a few laughs. Had a few drinks.”
“Sounds like you were watching me. Freak much?”
After pulling on his shirt, he rubbed his palm down his face, and already he seemed less hungover than he did ten seconds ago. It was like a goddamn superpower God had just bestowed on men.Ye shall recover swiftly from a night of excessive indulgence.But a woman needed at least forty-eight hours to look herself again after a drunken bender.
“Listen, Oakley. I’m just too tired for this shit right now. Would you mind coming back later so we can continue this shitty little game of yours?”
“Hold on.” Again, he held up his finger. “My memory is becoming pretty clear now.” He glanced up at the ceiling, feigning a look of thought. “Oh yes, that’s right. You disappeared, and coincidentally so did the handyman.”
“His name is Noah.”
“I really don’t give a shit.” Dark eyes flashed as he glared at me, the tension in the room turning to ice. It was clear that this conversation just took a giant leap from sarcastic and snide remarks to serious and somewhat intimidating.
“What is this all about, Oakley, except your giant ego, which seems slightly bruised by a man whose name you can’t even remember?”
“I went looking for you,” he replied abruptly, resting his hands on his hips, slowly approaching me. “I couldn’t find you, so I listened to my gut and decided to check if you were at the cottage. With him.” Oakley stopped a few feet from me, his eyes flashing with something ominous. Sinister. “And guess what I saw?”
My heart fell to my feet, my skin erupting with icy goosebumps.
“Guess what I saw, Sienna?” He inched forward, taking up all the air around me, and I swallowed hard, my pulse racing impossibly fast. The thought of what he possibly could have seen made me feel sick to my stomach. Did he watch us? Did Oakley see me tied up and getting fucked by Noah? Dear God, this couldn’t be happening.
“Get the fuck out of my room,” I gritted out, sweat beading at the back of my neck.
The corner of his mouth twitched; every contour of his face painted with disdain as he stared me down. “I dare you to ask me again if I fucked Beth in your bed last night. Go on,” he leaned his head to the side, “ask me. Because I can guarantee that whatever Beth and I did last night is nowhere near as fucked up as what you did with Noah.”
“Fuck you, Oakley!” I pushed against his chest, angry, embarrassed, and freaked out.
He slipped his phone from his pants pocket, and my skin turned to ice as the devil’s smirk curved at the edges of his lips. “Last night, I saw what a fucking slut you are. And I’m gonna make sure the entire goddamn world knows it, too.”
My lungs collapsed without breath. “What did you—”
“You think I’d let you get away with this embarrassment you’ve caused me?”
“Jesus Christ, what are you talking about?”
“You were my girl.Mygirl.” He spat out the words as if they burned his tongue. “You were supposed to stick with me, believe me, and not those pathetic fucking rumors. But, instead, you chose to humiliate me by fucking another man.”
“That is not—”