“You have one hour, and not a second more. So, get Liam out of your system now because you are gonna drink and fuck the night away.”
I cringed, not sure that was a great plan after what happened last weekend. “Sure.”
She slapped my ass as I turned around, hustling me to my bedroom. At first, I wasn’t so sure of this plan, but with every minute that passed, I grew more confident that she was right.
Liam was going to do whatever he wanted, and I would not be that sappy girl who cried into her pillow every night because the man she loved decided he didn’t want her after all.
One hour and ten minutes later, I was ready to go. My hair was styled and I was wearing a dress Cheyenne insisted would be perfect for the night, along with my teal cowboy boots. For the first time in a week, I felt like the old me—ready to get out and have some fun.
No limitations.
Thankfully, The Beaver and Boot was just a few blocks down the road from us, so walking was the best option for a night of fun.
“I have a really good feeling about tonight,” Cheyenne grinned. “Really, this is going to be good.”
I took a steadying breath as I yanked on the door handle, ready to dance and forget all about Liam and his stupid, sexy body. So what if everything we had felt real and amazing?
I could have that with someone else. I just had to find someone to give a chance.
“Drinks are on me tonight,” I called over my shoulder to Cheyenne as we walked through the door.
“Fine, but you know I’m not a cheap date.”
“Girl, I don’t plan on being cheap tonight,” I grinned, pushing my way through the crowd. “If things go my way?—”
My heart thumped erratically in my chest, and my feet refused to move from where they were rooted just a few feet from the bar. I could feel Cheyenne tugging on my arm. I saw the sympathetic look in Lizzy’s eyes as she watched me.
And I knew everyone was staring at me as I stared atthem.
Liam sat in the corner of the bar with Ellie May in his lap, nibbling on his ear.
Ellie May, the same woman who helped me pick out the lingerie I was going to wear to seduce Liam that first night.
She was sitting on his lap. Her hand was drifting over his chest, and he was laughing as she whispered in his ear.
“Bailes,” Cheyenne whispered, tugging on my arm. “Let’s go.”
Vomit rose in my throat as he turned, his eyes finally meeting mine. There wasn’t an ounce of regret as he caught me staring at him.
And just like that, he turned away from me, ignoring my presence as if I had always meant so little to him.
“Bailes, seriously, let’s go.”
Finally, I let Cheyenne tug me from the bar. I could feel every set of eyes watching me, could hear the slightest shuffle of feet as the whole bar went silent.
They all knew it was over, and tomorrow, there would be another round of gossip about me.
Except, this time, there would be no happy tales about wedding bells in my future.
I vomitedfor the fourth time, except there was no alcohol to blame for how miserable I felt.
Wiping the bile from my lips, I slumped against the wall in the bathroom after flushing the toilet. God, I felt horrible. And to think, I was planning to sleep with another man if I found someone worth it.
Clearly, that wouldn’t have been a good idea based on the reaction I had when I saw Liam snuggling in the corner with Ellie May.
“God, how could I be so stupid?” I hissed.
“You’re not stupid,” Cheyenne said as she walked into the bathroom with a cup of water. “Swish and spit.”
