Page 64 of Released from the Sin Bin

“Back up a minute.” I hold up my hand to stop her rant. “He said what?”

I can’t believe my fucking ears. Just when I think I can’t hate the guy anymore, Willa shows a different side to him.

“He used to say I wasn’t very good at sex or like making him come.” She waves her hand between us to brush it off.

“Was that his excuse for cheating on you?” I can’t help the roar that comes out.

I'm ready to find him and beat his ass for making Willa doubt herself like this.

“No, it was just comments or afterwards he’d say he needed to finish himself off because I didn’t make him come.” She slumps down into her seat as we park in front of the facility.

“Vic is a fucking gaslighting asshole.” I hold her back from getting out and stare directly in her eyes so she knows I’m telling the truth. “Last night was the best sex I’ve had in a very long time.”

She bites her bottom lip, but glances at the back seat.

“Listen to me.” I grab her hand. “I had a horrible, shitty day, and I fucked that girl to get back at my brother. It wasn’t because of you. It was a fucking mistake.”

“How bad?” she asks, angling herself to face me.

“It wasn’t her fault either. It was me.” I run my hand through my hair. “I fuck to get some sort of tension release, but it never really helps, and I can’t clear my head enough to even come. It’s not the first time it’s happened.”

“I meant,” she pauses to take a breath, “how bad was your day?”

I laugh. “We’re not talking about that.”

“We could.” She gives me that doe eyed innocent look she gets when she wants something. “You could come talk to me when you’re in one of your shit moods. That’s what friends are for.” She looks at the door and back at me. “Let’s go, I’m going to be late. But I want to hear all about your shitty day.”

Chapter 15

Willa

I’m not upset with Carter. Our drunken one-night stand was my idea, and I don’t expect anything to come out of it. But seeing him in his car with another girl opened up some closed wounds I forgot about.

I’ve always had a thought that Vic was cheating on me and I didn’t want to believe it. Along with that thought, there had been others like how I believed I wasn’t good enough for him. That it was my inept ability to make him happy that made him cheat on me.

Why else would he feel the need to sleep with other women or seek others out for more pleasure? It’s because I wasn’t enough.

“I can wait for you in the car,” Carter helps me in and points behind him to the door. “I could use a nap.”

“No, you’re going to keep me company and tell me all about why you think your day has been shitty.” I smile and lead the way to the exam table after checking in.

Carter stays completely silent with his arms crossed.

The place is empty with the exception of a couple of students who injured themselves, completing their therapy on the other side.

“Fine,” I say before the therapist comes over. “If you won’t talk, then I’m going to ask questions.”

He slumps in his chair and rolls his eyes at me.

“Did you ask her to slap you around?” I jump right in to lighten his mood. Carter’s eyes widen at me. “You seemed to enjoy that.”

He doesn’t move, making no motion to answer me.

“Not being able to come during sex would definitely make a shitty day even shittier.” I poke his leg, making him flinch. “So, what happened? Not enough fore—”

“Yes,” Carter groans to shut me up as the therapist comes to check my ankle in its boot.

I’m supposed to wear the boot around campus for a while. It’s so clunky and annoying, but anything is better than the cast.

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