Page 49 of The Masks We Wear

There’s no denying William knows what he’s doing, but after being under Spencer and feeling the passion that hides under his nonchalant exterior, this pales in comparison. Everything begins to blur into the background as he works his way lower, unaware of Spencer a few feet away. My pussy clenches as he pushes into me, his erection flat against my entrance.

I groan, gripping his back, my eyes still planted on Spencer. After all this, I still wish it was him.

Maybe that’s what’s wrong. Maybe we need to just get it out of our system. Fuck the hatred out of each other and move on.

Forget.

Spencer finally sighs, letting the emotions slip from him as fast as they came, and I want to scream. He’s going to walk off. Act like none of this bothers him and go right back to pretending nothing I do affects him.

My eyes widen. I feel them stretch open, almost begging him to dosomething. Tocare.But he doesn’t. His throat bobs around a swallow, and he’s gone, back down the stairs, like he never came.

I stop breathing. The burn in the back of my eyes are too strong to ignore. There’s a heat covering my face, and I realize I’m ashamed. Ashamed, I’m resorting to being a petty toddler throwing a tantrum for attention. I should be used to it since the ones that are meant to care about me ignore me the most. But I’m not. Spencer is just a constant reminder that no matter how much I act out, it won’t be enough.

I’mnot enough.

Shifting my weight, I pull my heel from Williams’ back pocket, pressing my hand against his chest. After a few seconds, he stops, peering at me from behind a forest of lashes.

His dark emerald eyes give me pause. There’s something sparkling in the corner I can’t quite read. He backs away, smoothing down his shirt, and pushes back thick locks that had fallen into his face. “You must be Liliana.”

I suck in a deep breath through my nose. “Lily.”

William nods, pursing his lips into a line. “Did he see?”

Suddenly, my mouth is dry, and I can’t find my voice. He huffs, closing his eyes, and wipes a hand down his face. “Well, fuck. If this isn’t the shittest thing, we could have done.”

The temptation to read into that is strong. The way he implies Spencer gives a shit. But I know better now.

“I’m going to go to the restroom and get him the fuck out of here.” He stalks behind me but turns before closing the door, swiping a calloused thumb over his lips. “You know, in a few months, none of this shit you’re trying to do will matter. You’ll be just a bad memory we laugh about until you’re a name we can’t remember.”

Anger flares under my sternum when the door snaps closed. Gripping my necklace, I trek to the stairs, balancing myself on the banister. Even with everything in my control, I feel helpless. Like everything I’m doing is both working and backfiring all at the same time.

Screw it. Time for a show.

I mean, what else could I possibly mess up?

WHERE ISREMY?

My eyes flit the kitchen, annoyance simmering in my already wrecked chest. I told her not to leave, yet she’s gone. Hardheaded, just like every fucking woman in my life.

I find Blaze still in the same spot, his hand tracing the trim of lace down the back of some cheerleader’s dress. Stacy, I think.

Grabbing my phone out of my pocket, I scroll to her name, and send a quick text. The faster I get out of here, the better. Maybe if I just stay right here, she’ll come back looking for me and William.

William…

Fuck.

If I don’t think about it, I’ll be fine. I just need to get the fuck ou—

“Hmmm.” I hear her purr behind me.

You got to be fucking kidding me.

I sigh, turning to see her propped against the counter, her little minion of a friend standing next to her.

“Oh, Spencer.” She projects her voice and people within earshot turn to look. She glances down at her red heels, titling one to the side for a little show. “My shoes seem to be pretty clean. What are you doing here, pup?”

A round of snickers echo through the kitchen. I roll my eyes and twist to leave, scared the lingering rage boiling under my skin will show. “You’re right. I’ll see myself out.”

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