Page 1 of Filthy Savage

CHAPTER 1

AMARA

“Stop making a scene.”Xander’s lip curls, anger radiating through his irises.

“How…” I swallow down the ache in my throat, the gentle wind swaying through my hair. “How can you do this to me? I saw you kissing her.”

There’s no way he can deny it. I’ve seen him with my own eyes.

The betrayal…it shattered me.

He shakes his head, blowing a harsh breath, and once he looks at me, his gaze intensifies. His stare fills with disgust, roving up and down my body.

“Because you bore me.”

Those words bulldoze through the center of my chest, and I fight the tears that come. His cruel laughter only whispers more pain through my already broken heart.

Not sure why I’ve bothered for this long. I knew our relationship was at the end of its rope, but I guess I wanted to hold on. I thought coming to Necker Island for his best friend’s engagement party would be good for us. But I was wrong.

“Did you sleep with her?”

Why does it even matter? He kissed her. That should be enough. But I want to know the truth.

My throat burns as I push down the tears, refusing to cry. Yet they slip down my cheeks anyway, betraying me and the strength I hoped to have through this.

He pinches the bridge of his nose. “I don’t know why the hell I’m still with you. You’re so whiny.”

Your father never loved you. He saw you as a burden. It’s why he left. It’s all your fault.

Those words echo, causing me more agony.

No. Can’t think about that. Not now.

“Pity, probably,” he goes on. “Because no one else would want you. You know that, right? No one would put up with a boring-ass bitch like you.”

People pass by through the outdoor patio of the hotel we’re staying in, glancing at me while I fight not to fall apart. Fight with everything I have not to be weak.

But his words…they’ve dug so deep, every inch of me wishes to die. He knows my every insecurity, and he uses them against me on purpose.

I swipe my fingertips under my lashes. “How can you be so cruel?”

“It’s the truth, Amara. Sometimes it’s good to hear it.” He grabs my hip and pulls me in.

I just want him to finally admit that he’s cheated. Maybe then I’ll finally grow a backbone and walk away.

When I caught him with some blonde an hour ago, his tongue in her mouth, I confronted him after she disappeared. But he denied it. Said the photo I snapped of them was nothing. He forced me to go to this engagement dinner, even though it was the last place I wanted to be.

After I saw the same blonde woman moments ago sitting at another table beside ours, I was sick to my stomach and stepped out here for some air.

Of course, he followed me.

I’d had a feeling he was already sleeping around before we took this trip, but I had no proof, except how secretive he became when I wanted to look at his phone and staying at work later than he normally would. My gut just kept screaming that he was cheating, but I didn’t want to believe it. We were still having sex regularly, and I convinced myself I was just being insecure. I wanted to make the relationship work.

It’s obvious I was the only one who cared. At least he wore a condom every time we slept together. Still going to have to get tested, though.

His mouth falls to my ear. “If you really wanna know, yes, I fucked her. Twice, actually. And I enjoyed every damn minute of it. Happy now?”

I suck in a breath. Backing away, I almost trip in my flat sandals.

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