Page 37 of Never His Girl
She draws a quiet laugh out of me with the exaggeration.
“She wasn’t naked, but might’ve been if I got there a few seconds later,” I correct her.
“Details, details. Then what happened?”
I think back and close my eyes. “She got pissed, grabbed her things, then stormed off.”
“Did she say anything on her way out?”
My brow tenses. “Don’t remember.”
Truth is, so much about that night is a blur now. Maybe because I’m trying to forget it.
“So, she was the only other person in the room besides you two?”
I shrug when Jules asks. “Unless someone was there before or after, but yeah, she was the only other person I know for sure was in the room.”
“Which means it’s also possibleshedid some shady shit. Not West.”
I sigh, not wanting to think about it. “For all I know, Jules, they set me up together.”
“I’d agree with you on that if he didn’t put her ass out like you described. That doesn’t sound like a partnership. Sounds like a bitter girl trying desperately to sleep her way back into her ex’s life.”
My eyes are fixed on the ceiling still, and I see what Jules is trying to do. She wants me to consider all possibilities, wants me to cave and hear West out, but there’s no need.
“There are all kinds of holes in your theory,” I say. “If Parker did it, and West got blamed, he would’ve ratted her out without question. And let’s not forget how I was dismissed from his room when he was done with me.”
This conversation isn’t great for my ego, but Jules is probably the only person in the world I’d talk so candidly with about it.
“Maybe it was an accident,” is her final plea. “Maybe hewasrecording you two, but more so for his personal collection. You know, his spank bank or whatever. And, somehow, the footage got leaked and spread around.”
I can’t help but to laugh at‘spank bank’.
“Again, pretty sure he wouldn’t have kicked me out if that night meant anything to him. Like, at all.”
I feel her staring still, even before she speaks up again.
“It meant something to you, though,” she observes. “Didn’t it?”
I don’t bother responding, because we both know the answer anyway. I don’t go there, intimately, with guys unless my heart is somewhere in the mix. With West, there were a lot of emotions tangled together all at once, but when I finally gave in to him, that’s the moment I knew it was more than physical for me.
“Doesn’t really matter,” is the only answer I give, turning my back to her because my eyes are watering again.
As far as disasters go, West had done a number on me, on my heart, and no amount of stalking me will trick me into thinking he’s a good guy. Things are still just as fucked as before and we’re far from okay.
Far, far from okay.
“You gonna be all right this weekend?” Jules asks softly.
I only nod, not wanting her to know I’m in tears again.
“If I could come with you I would, but I know you need me here to keep an eye on Scar.”
“I’ll be fine. It’s just for a couple nights.” Here’s hoping I sounded brave just now, because I feel anything but that. I don’t want to be near West, any of the players, or the dance squad. Having been the butt of several of their jokes this past week, I can only imagine what they’ll be like off their leashes.
“Well, the game’s only a few cities away. I’ll make the drive out there in a flash if you need me. You know that, right?”
Smiling, I nod. Mostly because she’s just downplayed how far away I’ll be. Two, maybe three hours is more than a few cities away.