“You’re such a fuck-up,” Massi muttered, and I flinched.
I’d been weak, distracted, thinking with my cock instead of my head, just as my father had accused me. He hadn’t even had to throw Eva in front of me. I’d done it to myself, for a piece of ass.
Except Eva wasn’t just a piece of ass. She was—Nothing.She’s fucking nothing. A lying, betraying bitch.And if I repeated that enough times, maybe I’d start to believe it.
“Where’s Tristan going to stay?” Haruto asked me when I tipped my head up to let the cold water pour down my face.
“Fucked if I know.” Guilt, malevolent and cruel, wracked through me.
Tristan deserved better than me, better than all this bullshit.
“Let me out,” I rasped finally.
“Are you going to get your shit together?” Haruto asked.
I looked him in the eye. “Absolutely fucking not.”
“She deserves better than you,” Haruto said.
Didn’t I fucking know it.
The phone slipped from my hands, clattering to the floor. I scrubbed my face, and when I turned around, Massi handed me a towel, his expression concerned rather than disgusted.
Right.
I deserved this.
I handed him my black card. “Get him a fucking hotel room.”
“You think where he’s sleeping is Tristan’s biggest worry right now?” Massi said.
Haruto rooted through my drawers, looking for a clean set of clothes. “Someone needs to make sure she has what she needs.”
“Eva’s not my fucking problem,” I snarled, but the words came out weak and unconvincing.
Haruto slammed me against the door. For a goalie, he was fucking huge. “I don’t know what the fuck went down between you three, or with Coach, but you better make sure that she doesn’t have to pay for a goddamned thing relatedto this accident, do you understand? Use those billions for something useful for once.”
Fuck Coach. It wasn’t enough that he’d been fucking her behind our backs. He’d made her give him a blowjob so she could work for the team. What the fuck kind of man did that?
The same kind of man who made her get on her knees when he caught her spying,a voice whispered in the back of my head. I silenced it.
I met Haruto’s gaze and held my black card up again. “Make sure Tristan has a place to stay. The rest? Fuck them and fuck you.”
Haruto’s jaw clenched. Bet he was regretting being my wingman at that last party of the summer, when I’d fallen so fucking hard for my sparrow, I thought I’d never get up.
I was regretting it too.
Should have let her stand there nervously, let the team eat her alive and spit her out again, instead of taking her upstairs and worshiping her.
“Enough,” Massi growled, finally interrupting the standoff.
I shoved past both of them to raid the liquor cabinet downstairs.
They trailed behind me, watching me drip all over the fucking stairs and the kitchen as I rummaged for a bottle of cheap liquor.
They didn’t stop me when I drowned my disappointment.
And theirs.
