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Hot tears burned my eyes, and I continued to move back until I hit the end of my closet. “Stay away from me, you fucking asshole,” I growled lowly so if Oliver was still in my room, he wouldn’t hear. I didn’t need the drama of another Spencer situation right now.

“Maddie, please,” he pleaded, brown eyes almost … glistening. “I …”

He couldn’t even form a cohesive sentence, not even give me a sappy excuse.

Oh, I was too drunk. Oh, sorry, I thought it was you on the deck.

I gritted my teeth, tears bursting from my eyes. “Get out.”

“Maddie,” he whispered, pain all over his face.

“Get out!” I screamed, not giving a fuck about Oliver anymore. “Now!”

Tears welled in his eyes.Fucking tears!I didn’t know what the fuck was wrong with him, but crocodile tears weren’t going to work on me. I had seen enough of them from Spencer, and I … I couldn’t believe that I had been so damn stupid a second time!

What is wrong with me?

“Please,” he begged. “Let me explain.”

“Explain?!” I shouted, slamming my hands into his chest when he stepped closer. “Explain what? That you fucked another girl on the deck, then crawled into my bed afterward? And when I asked you if you did it, you looked into my fucking eyes and told me no! What else is there to explain?”

Alec suddenly became quiet.

Usually, he was the loudmouthed hockey star who said whatever shit he was thinking. He didn’t know how to be quiet, never had nothing to say. But he was lost for words now, grasping at all the little lies he had told me.

“You’re a liar.”

“You don’t understand,” he whispered, dropping his gaze and clenching his jaw.

“No, I don’t understand.” I was seething. “Especially why you would do something like this to me when you saw me so fucking broken after Spencer. I don’t understand why you never talked to me and suddenly wanted to fuck me last night.”

He parted his lips, then pressed them back together. “I-I’m sorry.”

When those two little words left his mouth, pain shot through my body. It was the admission of guilt. He had really done what Oliver had said he did. He had betrayed me. He felt sorry for it. And what? Did he think I would just forgive him for that?

Tears streamed down my cheeks. “Get out.”

He turned around and faced the door, every muscle in his body rippling. For a mere moment, he rested his head and fist against my closet door, muttering something to himself, and then he slammed his fist into the wood and stormed out of my room.

And out of my fucking life.

CHAPTER10

ALEC

My backseat was cluttered with hockey gear for practice today at noon, but it was already one p.m., and I hadn’t been able to move from my car. I had been sitting here for two and a half hours, staring at the entrance to the Redwood Hospital.

I didn’t know if it was too late, but I had driven myself here this morning.

But I couldn’t gather the courage to step out of the car. I didn’t have any physical injuries from Friday night. I didn’t have the clothes I had worn. No weapons or texts. Nothing that would make anyone believe me.

All I wanted was to get tested for STDs.

Gripping the steering wheel with both hands, I gulped.STDs?! What will happen if I have one that isn’t curable?

I ran a hand through my messy hair, wanting to tear it out. All my chances of playing in the National Hockey League one day would be gone.

Gone!

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