Hux and Colt sit back in nothing but their briefs, Jessi sprawled naked across their laps like a living fantasy.
Hux’s hand moves between her thighs, fingers gliding over her skin as she writhes beneath his touch. Colt, with a lazy smirk, tips a shot of tequila into the dip between her breasts, then presses them together before running his tongue up the slick trail, savoring the taste of salt and liquor.
A lime wedge rests between Jessi’s lips, her breath heavy with anticipation. Colt leans in, plucking it from her mouth with his teeth before shifting downward. Without hesitation, he lowers his head and snorts a line of coke straight off the curve of her stomach.
I stumble back, the world tilting beneath me.
Too many emotions crash over me at once, colliding and twisting in my chest like a storm I can’t escape.
I don’t know what shatters me more…
The fact that he’s doing drugs.
Or the fact that Jessi is sprawled naked between them.
Or maybe it’s the nauseating unknown.
How far have they gone?The thought alone has bile rising in my throat. My stomach clenches, my body heaving as a strangled cry rips from my lips.
The room stills.
Three sets of eyes snap to me.
Colt’s bloodshot gaze locks onto mine, his pupils blown wide and glassy. His lips part, my name spilling from them, thick with confusion. “Dee?”
Like he doesn’t understand why I’m here.
Like he doesn’t realize he’s just broken me.
A sharp laugh cuts through the tension.
Then another.
Hux and Jessi—drunk, high, and completely unbothered—start laughing.
But I can’t…
Think.
Breathe.
I can’t breathe.
Because the man I love just became a stranger. I’m floating—disconnected, weightless—yet a gale-force wind tears at me, dragging me away with ruthless force. I cling to something invisible, but the agony of the ride is unbearable.
Fight or flee.
My body chooses toflee.
I spin on unsteady feet, desperate to escape, but the moment I move, it feels like I’ve been turned to stone—heavy, immovable, sinking under the weight of my own heartbreak. Still, I force my way through the tangle of limbs, my hands shoving, clawing, but everything feels distant, muffled.
I can’t breathe.
The walls are caving in, pressing against my ribs, squeezing my lungs until each frantic inhale is useless. My head pounds. My vision blurs. A high-pitched ringing drowns out the music, the laughter, the sound of my own gasping sobs.
I need to get out.
I stumble through a doorway, my trembling fingers finding the cold metal of the balcony rail. Gripping it like a lifeline, I leanover the edge, gulping in the chilled air, but it does nothing to steady me.
