I freeze.
Brad Garrett-Charles stares back at me, shirtless.
Blonde hair flows across the pillow behind him where he tries to position his body so I can’t see her.
“Move!” I bark, stepping closer.
He scrambles up and slams back against the headboard, eyeing me like I might rip his head off. But all I care about right now is seeing who’s lying next to him.
She sits up, swaying a little and the sheet drops to her waist, exposing the oversized T-shirt she’s wearing. Her hand goes to her face clumsily and she pushes her hair back from her face.
Ice slithers up my spine and my heart ceases to beat.
“Sinclair?” I whisper.
Round green eyes anchor themselves to mine and for a second she just stares at me with her mouth open. Her makeup is smudged, and there’s a glassiness to her gaze as she tries to focus on me.
“D-Denver.”
She pulls the sheet up, trying to cover herself.
Trying to hide from me.
“Did you get her drunk? What the fuck did you do to her?” I roar, advancing on Brad and hauling him out of the bed with a merciless hand around his neck.
He’s still wearing his underwear, thank god. But the hardness of his pathetic cock nudges against my thigh as I crush his windpipe.
“No!” Sinclair stumbles from the bed. “Denver, stop! You’ll kill him.”
“He deserves to die if he touched you,” I snarl as Brad’s eyes roll in his head.
“He didn’t do anything! I asked him to come in here with me!”
Her cried words as she tries to prise me off him have me whipping my eyes to hers.
“What?”
“Please, let him go.” She pulls at my hands.
I toss Brad to the side like trash, and he falls to the floor, curling into a ball on his side, wheezing.
“What the fuck do you mean?”
She gasps as I turn to her, my eyes dropping over her body. The T-shirt is huge and comes to her knees, swamping her. I can’t tell whether she has underwear on beneath it.
“It was my idea for us to come back here,” she says. Her eyes have a liquor-induced sheen to them. She licks her lips, the scent of something strong, like whiskey, hitting my nostrils as she breathes. “I’m not drunk, before you say anything,” she slurs.“Not enough to not know what I’m doing.” She wraps her arms around herself, making her look tiny in the ridiculous T-shirt. I scowl at it, wondering if it’s Brad’s. But the thing is huge. No way would he fill that out.
“And what exactly the fuck are you doing?” I hiss.
Her pulse is firing rapidly in her neck as she swallows. But she doesn’t move back to give herself more space. Her eyes flick up to mine beneath her lashes, guiltily.
“I’m sorry, Denver. I just needed to know,” she whispers.
“You never forget your first,” Brad pipes up as he staggers to his feet behind me. “Isn’t that what you told me, Sin?”
She winces, tears filling her lower lids as I pin my eyes to hers, searching for the truth.
“I’m sorry,” she chokes, the tears spilling free as she blinks.
