Page 24 of Enraged

So, every relationship I held dear just went in the shitter today, huh?

“Okay. Thank you.”

He nodded but said nothing before ascending the wooden staircase.

What the fuck did you just do, Jolene?

I know I’ve fucked up when my subconscious is calling me by my government name.

After grabbing my phone, I made my way up the stairs to the lonely bedroom at the end of the hall.

How many times have I slept in this room with Jace? How many times have I made love to him in this bed?

“A lot of times that don’t make a fuck, Lena, because he was railing your best friend over the church secretary’s desk,” I argued with myself aloud.

I clapped my hands together and the bedside lamp came to life. Warm lighting illuminated the old cabin bedroom, the gleam on the vibrant old quilt on the bed reminding me of better days.

Jace wrapped that around me on graduation night after I drank entirely too much hunch punch and ended up throwing up over the balcony.

I pulled off the antique fabric, folded it, and laid it across the rocking chair in the corner.

You’re going to freeze to death just covered up with the sheet.

I climbed under the thin fabric, ignoring how cold the room already felt.

The heater is on. You’re just still moist from your nasty little tirade on Big Jake’s kitchen counter!

The reminder that this cabin belonged to a man that was like a second daddy to me, a man who graciously gave me a job at his bank when I was just a senior in high school, a man who has allowed me to be part of his family for almost two decades and the disrespect I just…

What if he has fuckin’ cameras, Lena?

I shot straight up in bed.Cameras! Why the fuck didn’t I think of the possibility of cameras when I was dropping the damn Vera Wang around my ankles!?

Retrieving my phone from the nightstand, I cut it on, careful to avoid opening any of the billions of texts that Apple was screaming at me to open.

Scrolling through my contacts, I settled on Dakota’s name.

Please tell me your daddy doesn’t have cameras downstairs.

I pressed send.

I waited but a text from him never came. Several others popped on through from various people and mainly, Jace, but nothing from Dak Clayton.

Go wake him up, bitch.

But I couldn’t. Not after what happened. Big Jake probably didn’t have cameras.

Yeah, because what billionaire doesn’t have cameras.

“But Big Jake isn’t the flashy kind. You’d never have known he has money if you didn’t know, and this isn’t his main home. It’s a vacation home,” I reasoned with myself.

You have lost your entire fuckin’ mind, Lena.

Switching my phone back off, I laid it on the nightstand.

He has his phone cut off, dumbass.

The silence of the dimly lit room was deafening.

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