Page 66 of Dirty Little Mistake

I strolled forward, glancing to the left as I passed the first room. It was full of women and a few members of Wicked Sinners. I turned, looking right, and saw more naked women and a few men. I kept walking until I came to the last two rooms. The room to the left was empty.

"Can we just get this over with?" Saylor snapped. "I'm trashed and ready for bed."

I smiled at the sound of Saylor's voice. Leaving my suitcase at the door, I stepped up to the open doorway.

I paused at the threshold, my hand trembling slightly as I reached for the doorframe.

"It's the last night," Creed said. "We should be partying with Aero and the guys."

"Aero's locked up with his girl," Trystan said. "Which is where I want to be. So, let's get this done. So I can go to my room." My chest swelled, hearing his words. He wanted to be in his room with me instead of partying.

"How many photos for social media do we need?" Saylor complained.

"Honestly," a deep male voice said. "We really only need a few of Trystan and his girlfriend tonight." My brows slammed together.

Does he know I’m here?

"Yeah," a female voice said. "You snap a few pics of me and Trystan here and on the bed, and I'll post them with some pics from earlier tonight. Then we can call it a night."

I stepped into the room without thinking. Trystan was sitting with his back to me, with a tiny blonde sitting on the arm of the couch next to him.

I knew I should have left. I should have left before I made a fool of myself, but I couldn't.

"So, we can leave?" Saylor asked, pointing to the door where I was standing.

The tall, dark-haired man holding a camera nodded. "Let's do this."

The blonde slid onto Trystan's lap, wrapping her arms around him, and my heart shattered into a million tiny pieces. I wasn't the girlfriend the photographer was talking about.

"Oh, hey Cam," Saylor said really loud.

Trystan shot up from the couch, dropping the girl on the floor and twisting around with wide eyes to see me. "Cam?"

"She's your girlfriend?" I tried to fight the tears burning the back of my eyes. "So weird because I thought I was."

"Camryn..." He pleaded.

"Fuck you, Trystan."

I bolted out the door down the hall, eventually rounding the corner and pounding on the down arrow button. I hit the button over and over frantically until the doors slid open, and I jumped on, turning to hit the 'close door' button.

"Cam," Trystan shouted, stepping into view. "Please."

"I don't ever want to see you again, Trystan." As the elevator doors closed, separating me from Trystan, the pain in my chest crystallized into something hard and sharp. Beneath the anger and betrayal, a profound sense of loss bloomed - not just for what I thought we had, but for the person I'd been just moments ago. Naive. Hopeful. In love.

I was done with Trystan West.

Chapter 31

Camryn

One week later...

The smell of sweat and leather filled my nostrils as I threw my glove-covered fist forward. The punching bag swayed with a dull thud, the chain creaking overhead with each impact. Each punch released a fraction of my built-up anger, the rhythmic sound echoing in the empty gym.

It had been over a week since I'd seen Trystan, but every time his name appeared on my phone, every new text or email that came through, every new voice message that popped up, made the very raw anger surge forward like it was yesterday.

"So," I threw another punch, "fucking," and another one, this time harder, "stupid." That about summed up how I felt about myself.

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