I grabbed my head in my hands, my fingers tightening into my hair in agitation. “Get out before I say something I will regret.”
Gisele frantically pulled on her clothes, anger mottling her pretty face. “You’re a prick!”
“And you’re an entitled brat.” I gestured to the door. “There’s your exit.”
“Fuck you!” She fumbled with the bedroom door and flew out of it, slamming it so hard I think I heard a crack.
“Wonderful.” Shaking from the incident, I moved to close the sliding doors and lock them, pulling the curtains over. I still felt a bit dazed by the whole thing, but an edge of panic rode me at the thought of Lily ever finding out and assuming the worst.
She wouldn’t, though.
She trusted me.
I knew she had a history with men that made it hard for her, but she trusted me.
A loud banging on my bedroom door had me growling in renewed fury. If Gisele was back … I crossed the room and yanked it open.
Zac stood on the other side, his expression dark and sullen.
“What? What’s happened now?”
“I saw Gisele coming out of here.”
His accusatory tone had my panic rising to the fore. “It’s not what you think.”
“Really? Because I think you’re Sebastian Thorne, the biggest player I’ve ever met in my life.”
“I didn’t cheat on Lily. Gisele broke in here and tried to assault me.”
Zac scoffed. “Right. Well, I’m sure that was hard for you.”
“Zac—”
“You’re going to hurt her.” His face twisted with anger. “You don’t deserve Lily and eventually you will hurt her. So do us all a favor and break it off now before you mess up her life.” My friend turned on his heel and stormed off before I could respond.
My gut twisted with fear and dread.
I knew I hadn’t done anything wrong.
And yet, that insidious voice that had kept me away from Lily in the first place reawakened at Zac’s words. He was my friend, after all. He knew me well.
What if he was right?
What if I ended up hurting the one person it would kill me to hurt?
CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
LILY
When I woke up, something crinkled beneath my face.
“What the …” I grumbled, reluctantly lifting my head. Forcing my eyes open, my bleary sleepy vision cleared, and I was suddenly very aware of the ache in my neck.
Oh, bloody hell.
I’d fallen asleep studying last night.
I was still fully dressed. My iPad screen and laptop were black, having probably lost charge, and I’d fallen asleep on an open textbook. Said page was now wrinkled and covered in spots of drool.
