“I will get you back, baby girl.” He ducks, forcing me to look at him, his blue eyes haunted and desperate. “I will make this up to you. We belong together. I won’t lose you.”
Lose me. That thought gives me the strength to steel my resolve. He only dated me because of a bet. He doesn’t love me. No one does.
So I swipe the tears from my face and push away from him. “Oh yeah? Maybe we shouldbeton it.”
FIFTY
CAMDEN
Maybe we should beton it.
Savannah’s words play on repeat in my head long after she’s left the room.
Fuck. I squeeze my fists and breathe through the pain and rage eating me alive. I want to punch a hole through the wall. I want to bang my head against it. Because that’s what I deserve. I need the fucking sense knocked into me. I deserve to hurt like she is.
She was so frail. So sad.
I’ve never seen Savannah look anywhere near this tortured. My heart aches for her. My soul. My body feels like I’m moving through sludge. Like I’m in a haze. This can’t be real. I couldn’t have destroyed her so thoroughly.
Yes, I could. I’ve always been selfish, so of course I forced her friend to tell me where she is. Of course I damaged the trust Savannah had in Josie. I’m a fucking monster.
My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I yank it out quickly. There’s no way it’s Savannah, but I can’t help but check just in case.
Cora: Savannah just came out of the dressing room and walked out the front door. What happened?
I exhale a long breath. Thank fuck she’s out of here, at least.
Me: It didn’t go well. You should go home.
Cora: I’m not leaving without you.
Me: I just need to go hit some hockey pucks or something. Maybe hit the gym.
Cora: It’s almost midnight.
Me: Please, Cor. I appreciate you, but I need to breathe. Just take the car and head home.
Cora: I love you. You’re going to get through this.
I’m not so sure, but I don’t want her to worry.
Me: I know. Love you too.
A knock sounds on the door, startling me. “Time’s up.”
Wow. Apparently ten K only gets a guy twenty minutes.
I straighten my shoulders and walk out of the room. As I pass the oversized bouncer who’s meant to intimidate me, I stop and pat him on the chest. “Let your boss know that if I find out he allows Savannah back here again, the place will be shut down within a week.”
With that, I stalk out of the bar and order a car. My next text is to Daniel.
Me: Any idea how the hell Savannah would know about the bet?
My phone rings immediately.
“Hello,” I grumble.
Daniel is gonna have a million questions. I’ve been avoiding himsince my arrest. Don’t really want to talk to anyone about any of it, but I need to figure out what Savannah thinks she knows.
