“Aurora,” Misha barks. “What the fuck happened?”
“Go laugh with your friends about how you got to fuck Aurora D’Angelo. It will always be the biggest accomplishment of your pathetic life,” I sneer before I slam the door shut.
I already regret the words I just spewed at him as I turn around, only to see Abbie watching me, totally shocked out of her mind, as she gasps, “What did you just say?”
“Ugh.” I kick off my sneakers, and walking to Abbie, I wrap my arms around her. “Just hold me. You can judge me later.”
Abbie hugs me tightly to her. “Did you sleep with Misha? When?”
“Yes,” I mumble. “Today.”
“While I was tied up?”
I nod, and feeling guilty, I say, “I’m sorry.”
“For sleeping with Misha or leaving me tied to a chair with a full bladder.”
“Both.”
My breath catches, and Abbie holds me tighter.
“I gave him my virginity, but he still doesn’t want to be with me,” I sob, feeling pathetic because I’m not stronger. “He won’t choose me.”
“Oh, Ra-Ra,” she coos. “I’m so fucking sorry.”
“It hurts,” I whimper.
“I know.”
The only person I can rely on holds me as I cry about the dream that’s quickly turned into a nightmare.
Chapter 22
Misha
What. The. Actual. Fucking. Fuck?
For minutes, I stand like an idiot outside Aurora’s suite.
I hear her cry, but I can’t make out what’s being said.
What the hell happened?
When I left her bed, she looked fine.
There was an altercation in the warehouse, but I stood up for her against my best friend.
I bang on the door, wanting a goddamn answer.
When it swings open, Abbie’s glaring at me like I’m shit under her shoe. “Fuck off, Petrov.”
I slam my hand against the door, and with a shove, I force Abbie out of my way. My eyes lock on Aurora, who’s wiping tears from her face as she quickly turns her back to me.
“I deserve to know what happened,” I demand.
“Don’t pretend you don’t know,” Abbie snaps.
I turn a dark glare on the woman who’s pissing me off at the speed of light. “If you want to live to see another day, you’ll shut up.”