Page 141 of Wardrobe Malfunction

And, now, Vaughn is gone. Took the car from Aiden, and I don’t know where he is or how to reach him because his phone is still off.

But I do know one thing. I have to speak to him again. I have to tell him the whole story. Even if he doesn’t forgive me, he needs to know that I didn’t betray him in the way he thinks I did.

And that I’m sorry.

And that I love him.

Vaughn

I take the elevator straight down to the parking garage. If Aiden’s not there, then I’ll go out on the street and get a cab if I have to. I just need to get the fuck out of here.

When I exit the elevator, I see Aiden standing by the car, his cell phone pressed to his ear.

He looks up at my approach. “Jack wants to talk to you.” He holds the phone out to me.

I take the phone from him and disconnect the call. Then, I hand the phone back to him.

“Key,” I tell him.

He doesn’t seem surprised that I want to leave.

He knew. Everyone knew. Everyone, except for me. Yet again.

Vaughn West, the dumbest fuck on the planet.

God, the press must be laughing their asses off at me right now.

My hurt and anger burn even hotter. “Give me the fucking car key, Aiden.”

“Jack won’t like this.”

“I don’t give a fuck whether Jack likes it or not. And Jack doesn’t pay your wages. I do.”

Aiden hands me the key. I get in the car, slam the door shut, turn the engine on, and squeal out of there.

I hit the street. Not knowing where I’m going or what the hell to do with myself.

I can’t fucking believe this. She’s married. Married! All this time, and she never said a word. How could she do this to me?

I’m so fucking stupid. First, Cain and Piper. Now, Charly.

I must have Dumb Fuck written on my forehead.

I took her to my home. Introduced her to my family. I let her in my bed. I fell in love with her.

And, all that time, she was married.

“Fuck!” I slam my hand against the steering wheel. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

Breathing heavily, I grip the wheel tight with both hands, trying to get a handle on my emotions.

How could she look me in the face and lie to me like that? Was she fucking me and then climbing out of my bed and calling him up? Telling him she loved him?

Because she sure as fuck doesn’t love me.

Jesus.

I don’t even know who her husband is. But I’m guessing he knows about me by now.