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I move to sit up but freeze at the feeling of the body next to mine and slowly look to see a naked sleeping Andrea before I look down and see I’m nude as well, a condom still on my cock.

No, no, no….

What did I do? What the fuck did I do?

My heart pounds and true fear hits for the first time since I was eleven.

Perrie won’t forgive me for this; I’ll lose her completely….

I roll and stumble out of bed before rushing to my bathroom. I lift the lid just in time to vomit. I grip the toilet seat hard and heave until nothing comes out.

“Baby, are you ill?” I hear Andrea near the door.

Fury takes over, and I slowly look at her. She bites her lip, looking at my body, but narrows her eyes at my chest.

I growl, “Get dressed and get the fuck outta my room before I bury you six feet under.”

Her eyes widen in shock. “But-but we-we?—”

I cut her off, “I don’t know what the fuck happened last night, but what I do know is that I told you to fucking leave only to wake with you in my bed. Get out, Andrea, or I will kill you.”

Her face pales as my breathing quickens with fury, and she quickly turns to grab her clothes.

I stay in the bathroom until I hear my door shut, and then walk into the bedroom, my eyes going to the bed and then down to the empty condom on my flaccid dick. Empty condom means I didn’t fucking come.

Nothing is adding up.

I remember her eyes glinting after I drank my drink. I remember telling her to fuck off and getting to my room, feeling sick and dizzy, then nothing.

I squeeze my hands into fists before punching the wall, knowing it doesn’t fucking matter that I don’t remember fucking her because Perrie will never forgive this.

I pull my fist back and hit the wall two more times, feeling my knuckles bleed before going to my shower. I turn the heat as far as it will go, then climb in, scolding my skin.

“Move your hips faster, boy….”

The voice from my past that haunts me echoes in my mind, and I squeeze my eyes tight.

“Get hard, baby…” Andrea whispers.

Fuck, fuck, fuck….

Slowly, I turn and slide down the bathroom wall, allowing the heat to burn me and my bile to rise again.

What the fuck did I do?

10

Perrie – A Few Days Later

Left, right, left.

I hit the idiot with quick jabs to his face and stomach, blocking out the roaring crowd.

His right fist comes toward my head, and I duck then kick my leg out, causing him to stumble when I hit my mark, my foot connecting with his calf.

He growls, his dark brown eyes heating with anger, and I smirk, winding him up.

I want a decent fight—no, Ineedit.

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