“Fuck,” Titan hisses through the phone. “We’re almost there.”
As I dig through Grave’s pocket, his body jerks, and he vomits.
“Did you fuck her?” I ask. Jasmine said Trenton went up to the office to speak to Trey, and that was when he saw Lucy and Grave sitting at the table, all over each other. But no one mentioned sex.
His jaw sharpens. “I don’t know.”
My chest tightens at his answer, and tears return to my eyes.
He sighs and steps toward me. “April.”
“Don’t.” I throw my hands up, disgusted with him and with myself. Just thinking about him with her, when he was supposed to be with me, makes me nauseous.
“I was fucked up,” he growls.
I gasp. “That doesn’t make it okay, Grave.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t fucking lie to me,” I shout. Jasmine was right. I wanted him to want me. I wanted him to love me like I dohim, but I can’t compete with someone like Lucy. She gives him something I never will—acceptance. “I can’t be with someone who chooses to do drugs and fuck around on me. I refuse to lower myself to that level. I respect myself too much for that.”
With that, I turn, yank the door open, and slam it shut behind. A glance over my shoulder confirms what I already know—he didn’t follow me.
I didn’t expect him to.
Exhaling, I walk down the hallway to the spare laundry room Emilee showed me last night. She was kind enough to help me out of my soiled clothes. My eyes land on my dress, laundered and neatly folded on top of the dryer.
Thank you, Emilee.
I quickly get dressed and drop the borrowed T-shirt in a small hamper by the washing machine. Voices drift from the kitchen downstairs, and I make my way down to them, carrying my heels in my hand. Titan leans back against the kitchen island, arms crossed over his chest. Memories of last night come back to me.
The door busts open, and Titan enters with Emilee.
“I don’t know what happened,” I cry, my hands covered in vomit. “He just started getting sick.”
“Grave.” Titan slaps his face. He doesn’t move. “Grave, wake the fuck up, man,” he shouts, shaking his shoulder.
Still nothing.
“Get the door,” he orders Emilee, lifting Grave off the floor.
Emilee stands at the oven, taking out a tin of muffins.
“Thank you for everything,” I say, getting their attention.
They both look up at me, and she gives me a sad smile. “Of course. I’m glad we could help.”
Titan says nothing.
“I’m going to head out,” I say awkwardly, pulling my dress down. It’s not short by any means, but I just feel vulnerable.
“Titan can give you a ride home,” Emilee offers.
“No.” I shake my head. “I’m going to call an Uber.”
“Nonsense.” She waves me off.
Without a word, Titan pushes off the kitchen island, gives her a long kiss, then strides toward me. I follow him silently into the garage. We get into a candy apple red Maserati, and as he pulls out of the garage, I rattle off my address, then go silent again.
