I unzip my bag that’s sitting on the vanity and begin digging for my clothes, tossing out all the other crap.
“Viola…”
Once I have what I need, I drop my towel and start getting dressed. My mind is spinning, and I’m thinking the worst. I should’ve called him after he didn’t message me back or even gone to the house to make sure he was okay. I don’t know what happened at work, but I’d never seen him that worked up before.
“Viola, wait,” Courtney grabs my attention as I’m about to zip my bag back up and head out.
“I’m stealing a hairband. Hope you don’t mind.” I dig through her drawer and find one so I can throw my wet hair up in a ponytail. “Shit, my keys. I have to find where I left them.”
I walk past her and down the hallway to the living room where I left my purse. As I begin digging for them, I hear Courtney walking up behind me.
“He wasn’t alone.”
I pull my keys out of my purse and then head to the door for my shoes. “Do you know which hospital they took him to? Otherwise, I’ll call Drew on my way out.”
“Viola!” she yells, pulling my attention up to her. “Are you hearing what I’m saying?”
“What? Yeah, you said he wasn’t alone.” I swing my purse over my shoulder, and once the realization of her words hit me, I pause. “What do you mean? Was he with a friend?”
“Not exactly.” By the look on her face, I know what she’s about to tell me is bad.
“Tell me.”
“He was with a girl.” She pauses, my heart hammering even louder, needing to hear the rest of what she’s about to say. “She was in his back seat without any clothes on.”
A huge lump forms in my throat.No.There’s no way. I shake my head.
“Who was it?” I ask, part of me not wanting to know. “Do you know her name?”
She pinches her lips tight, pity and regret written all over her face.
I close my eyes because I’m pretty sure I know who’s name she’s about to say. Tall, busty blonde. Sends nude pictures of herself to him.
I can feel my heart breaking inside my chest.
“Courtney, tell me. What was her name?” My voice is pleading, begging her to say it. I need to hear her say it.
She moves her eyes up and looks at me, inhaling a deep breath. I close my eyes for the impact, but I wasn’t prepared.
“Mia.”
CHAPTERTWENTY-THREE
TRAVIS
TEN HOURS EARLIER
I pressmy palms into my eyes and exhale deeply.
I cannot lose control. I cannot lose control.
I wish I’d told Viola what happened at work and talked to her about it instead of shutting down. Not that there’d be anything she could do, but she’s always been a great listener, even when she was being the biggest pain in my ass. When we were kids, she always made time to listen to my ramblings. I didn’t speak to my parents much about anything and had learned to keep most of my feelings buried inside. Being real and open felt natural with Viola.
That was before I fucked it all up and hurt her.
I should just call it a night and go to bed, but I’m too restless, thinking about that bitch, Alyssa. Which makes me think of fucking Blake, who ripped my dream of moving up in the company away from me, but I won’t go down without a fight.
I decide I should probably eat something, but I hadn't gone grocery shopping since before Drew left, and he isn’t home tonight, so that leaves me with limited options.