Page 67 of Chasing Sarah

Shit.

A red splotch stains my thong.

My brand-new fucking thong.

“Son of a bitch!” I shout, it echoes throughout the empty restroom.

My period is early, and I’m not prepared. I guess I won’t be getting laid tonight. There is no way in hell Rhys would ever touch me with vagina blood between my thighs.

“No, I’m not okay! I just started my period, and I don’t have shit with me. Do you have anything?”

It’s unlikely since she has an IUD, but it’s worth a shot.

I hear her clutch land on the counter.

“Sorry, babe. I got nothing. Let me text Declan that we’re heading out and we can go home.”

Huffing, I start ripping at the toilet paper to at least avoid embarrassing myself when we walk out of this place.

Once finished, I flush the toilet and shove the stall door open.

“Stupid motherfucking uterus needing to shed because the bitch didn’t get her egg fertilized,” I mutter while washing my hands.

My eyes rise to the mirror, shifting and meeting Paige’s face. Her lips are rolled inward, and she struggles to hold in her laughter.

“It’s not fucking funny, Paige. I just ruined a damn good pair of underwearandhad to use like half the toilet paper roll so I’m not bleeding down my leg.” I growl.

She lifts her hands in surrender but doesn’t bother hiding her laughter anymore.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t laugh, but you always start your period at the worst times, yet you still don’t carry anything.”

Rolling my eyes, I step toward the door. “Let’s just go home.”

She follows me back to VIP to retrieve my bag and then we head home.

The drive is quiet. I can see the tension radiating off Paige and it’s making me anxious.

“Do you want to talk about it?” I ask, gently nudging her with my elbow so she turns her gaze from the window to me.

“Huh? Oh, yeah. I’m good.”

“That wasthemost unconvincing sentence,” I say with a pointed look.

Our Uber stops in front of our apartment building before she’s able to answer. She avoids my gaze the entire way to our apartment.

Her head is on a swivel and her spine is ramrod straight as she waits for me to open the door.

She bolts inside and heads to her room the second it’s unlocked.

“Paige,” I call out, but she ignores me. Her door is shut the moment she steps past its threshold.

If Paige doesn’t want to talk, she won’t. She’s just as stubborn as I am when it comes to sharing our feelings. The best thing I can do is be here when she needs me.

I frown at the door, then remember why we came home in the first place. Spinning on my heels, I step into the bathroom to clean up.

With my hood up and my head down, I quickly walk across the street and head toward the park. It’s late, well past my curfew, but I have to do this. Tonight is my first opportunity to make some extra cash and help my brothers.

I won’t fuck this up.

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