“After what you did to me, you expect me toanswer your texts?”
His brow furrows. Someone else might even mistake it for genuine fucking confusion. “And what exactly did I do, Miss Lee?”
My mouth works, but words fail me. Because I’m still not sure what exactly happened on Tuesday…I just know itshouldn’thave.
I swallow hard, hands clenching at my sides. “You know what,” I grit out through my teeth.
One side of his mouth quirks up as he glances at Kai. “You mean our delightful menage this weekend?”
My mouth thins, but I force out the words anyway. “Afterthat.”
He laughs.
He actually fuckinglaughs.
“I’ll admit, I wasn’t expecting you to turn on us like that the next morning.” He cuts his gaze to Kai again. “Right, Mr. Jordan?”
Kai blanches, and hastily returns to shuffling papers, his hair flopping in his eyes as he shakes his head, like he’s silently opting out of the conversation. Bastian’s eyes are glittering withmirth when he turns back to me, and God, I can’t believe I have to fight down the butterflies swarming in my stomach.
“Not that! I’m talking about—“ My voice hitches. “Tuesday.”
“Tuesday,” he repeats. “You mean when you failed to show up for class…again?”
I swallow hard. “You knowexactlywhy I didn’t show.”
He frowns faintly. “I’m afraid I don’t follow.”
The blood drains from my face. “The fuck?”
“Are you feeling alright, Miss Lee? You’ve gone quite pale.” Bastian clasps his hands in his lap, leaning forward with narrowed eyes. “What happened to you at the Rain Dance was traumatizing. You could be experiencing symptoms of PTS?—”
“Shut up, Bastian!” I storm close enough to jab my finger in his chest, because, as predicted, I’ve initiated rampage mode. “You fucking raped me!”
“On Tuesday?” His pupils dilate, face going hard as he pushes away my arm with the back of his hand. “When I was in my office and classes most of the day?”
The room spins around me.
I stagger back, gaping at him.
Is he trying togaslightme? Make me doubt my own memory?
Unless…
My memories are fragmented and vague. I was apparently black out drunk on Tuesday night. What if those disjointed memories are slivers of Friday night? I don’t remember much of what happened between me and him and Kai. I mean, there was so much molly and booze in my system, I thought I hallucinated Kai for a while before I realized he was there in the flesh at Bastian’s house.
No.
Itdidhappen.
I remember how it felt when Bastian put me down on the bed. His weight on me. The pain…then the shameful pleasure. I remember how I struggled to move, struggled to speak. The terrible, awful, dirty things he said to me.
The tampon. He took out my tampon and?—
I lean forward, giving my head a violent shake. “Stop lying! You came into my room on Tuesday while I was drugged and?—”
“Now I drugged you as well?” he scoffs.
“What—” I cut off. “No, I mean…I was already?—”
