I think I just walked into an orgy.
“What the fuck?” I start looking around and I see slut after slut walking around naked like it’s their own personal strip club.
Two people are having sex on the bar. To my left and to my right more couples are fucking. It’s everywhere I look. Some women are dancing on tables, and I feel like I’m going to be sick.
My wide, frantic eyes look for Jared, and I swear if I catch him with another woman I will lose my shit right here in front of everyone.
“Fuck, Erica; you weren’t supposed to see this,” Matt says, but I hold up my hand to stop him.
I start to walk to the back of the bar where there are more tables. There he is, sitting there with his men, drinking and staring at some whore dancing on their table. Money is everywhere. Obviously this is one of the many business ventures he’s into.
I see red. My face is on fire and I feel like I’m going to be sick.
“Prez, I tried to stop her.” I hear Matt and I want to kick him in the nuts, too.
Jared looks at me and continues to sip his drink, not showing any kind of emotion. He continues to stare at me while some slut is dancing right in his face. His eyes leave mine and I can see he’s a little drunk from the way his eyes are slanted.
Tears well up in my eyes, and even though he’s not physically cheating it feels that way to me.
“You know what? I am fucking done.” I turn to walk out of the bar, not giving a shit about where I’m going. I just need to get the fuck out of here.
“Wait!” I hear Jared order and I lift my hand up to flip him the bird. When I make it outside I fucking run for it. After what happened with Jayden and Shannon and then all the shit that’s happened to me, I run and run and run.
I’m in the woods near campus. I hear the rumbling of motorcycles and my phone has twenty missed calls.
“Fuck them,” I say to myself. What the hell kind of business are they running over there? A whore house? I want no part of that and no part of them. The moonlight is bright tonight between the trees. I’m sitting on the ground with my back upagainst a tree. I can see the campus from here but I don’t move; I just enjoy the quiet and the cool air on my face.
My eyes pry open the next morning and my back is killing me. Shit, I slept outside all night. Great, Jared must be going bananas right about now. I shake off the leaves and some dirt. I probably look like a homeless person coming out of the woods.
My eyes are probably red from crying. I just want a shower and go to bed.
I receive a couple of odd looks on my way to my dorm but I don’t care.
When I see his motorcycle parked, I stop. Shit, he’s probably waiting for me inside.
Climbing up the stairs, I try to prepare myself for what’s to come.
There he is, sitting on the floor with his head in his hands. When he hears me his head pops up and his eyes widen at my appearance.
He shoots off the floor and pulls me into his arms. I leave my hands at my side, not feeling very affectionate at the moment. I’m still pissed.
When he pulls back I see the anger brewing on his face.
“Where the fuck were you?” he says in a menacing tone that only pisses me off more.
“Don’t worry about where the fuck I was! You!” I point at his chest. “Had a fucking slut dancing for you and your friends! How much did you pay for all those women, huh? Looks like a real tough job you have there,” I say with sarcasm lacing my voice. I try to walk around him but he stops me.
“I don’t touch the club whores. It’s a business, that’s all. Now you can either trust me or continue to be fucking stubborn as always.” I glower at him, taking in his words.
“Fuck you.” I walk to my dorm room and slam the door.
“Fuck!” I hear him roar, and slowly, with my back to the door, I slide down and close my eyes, regretting my decision in going there last night. Now all I see is my man around club whores and orgies.
An hour later I’m showered and changed. I’m still pretty mad about what happened, when I hear a knock at my door.
I look through the peep hole and see his handsome face filled with sorrow. The last thing I want is to end things without an explanation, so I open the door because obviously I like to torture myself.
He moves into my room and slams the door with his foot. His arms wrap around my middle as he lifts me up. My legs wrap around him then he smashes his lips against mine.