Page 22 of The Betrayal

I stand a little too quickly, my head spinning, and I steady myself. Hand pressed to my forehead, my chin drops.

What the fuck?

I rush forward to my bathroom and get myself showered. I shouldn’t have drunk on an empty stomach.

Towel wrapped around my waist, I storm into the bedroom and that’s when I see her.

My best friend’s daughter.

Lying in my bed.

Next to where I was just laying.

Beautiful wavy brown hair fanned behind her while lying on her front.

Fuck.

I’m by the bed in three long strides and I delicately lift the duvet to see that she is completely naked.

Double fuck.

It’s fine.

I reason with myself.

When I know deep down this is far from fucking fine.

I grab my phone, watch and rush to the dressing room.

In ten minutes, I am in my car bombing it to my meeting. Fuck the speed limit. I am late.

Nothing happened between me and Ari. We both just drunk too much and passed out.

That’s all.

Too drunk to get into our own beds.

So I offered up mine.

No, I would remember.

Last thing I remember was her showing me how she fit her fist into her mouth.

We must have gone to bed after that.

Yeah, cool, it’s fine.

We just went to bed.

Pulling into a parking space outside the restaurant, I reach for my sunglasses. My eyes are like pissholes in the snow. And I stink of scotch.

Jesus Christ.

Kaleb is going to be so pissed.

Climbing out of my car, I slam the door a little too hard and wince as the noise echoes. Storming towards the entrance of Sarabeth’s, I ignore the hostess and head for the large table in the private area.

Kaleb stands up and claps me at my attendance.