Page 6 of Rhet

“I have to ask her with my whole heart,” I mumble, giving myself a pep talk.

I open the door to my room, and she’s not there either.

“Where are you?”

I walk to the last door, which leads to the library, and turn the brass knob to open the door. “Maybe I can just say Charlotte will you marry me?”

The “me” in “marry me” collides with the words, “You fucking slut,”

I stop dead in my tracks. Trying to understand the scene before me.

Charlotte’s red hair is being clutched in a fist. Her eyes are shut tight, her neck exposed, and her pale breasts are smashed onto my father’s rosewood table.

However, the grunts from the man behind her are what makes me sick. The sound of slapping skin echoes through the library.

“Oh God, Barrett,” she screams, her cheeks are flushed and her mouth hangs open in pleasure.

Barrett’s eyes are closed as he continues to pound into my girlfriend.

“Take this dick,” he grunts.

I feel upset to my stomach. The two people that I hold above all else are here in this room showing me that people are never to be trusted. I feel like I want to vomit.

The door creaks as I begin to shake in vexation.

Charlotte opens her eyes and gasp before she tries to pull away from Barrett.

“Oh my God, Rhet.”

I can feel the weight of the ring burning in my pocket.

Barrett immediately pulls away from Charlotte his small penis bounces back and forth as he tries to pull up his pants. “My boy, let me explain.”

I smirk, “Explain what, Desmond.”

Charlotte fixes her dress and comes around the table slowly. “Rhet, please it’s not what it looks like. Let me explain.”

Slowly, I begin to laugh. “I guess Cole was right. If you are a friend of the Quarter Masters, you can’t be any good.”

Charlotte runs toward me, clutching her dress to her chest. Her hair is wild, and her eyes dark from her running mascara. I turn to leave, but she grabs my arm, “Rhet! Please let me explain.”

Saying nothing to her, I only stare in disgust at her hands placed on my forearm.

“Rhet?” Charlotte must notice my expression, because she yanks her hand away when I look down at it.

I turn and walk away, my eyes burning from trying to hold my tears back. I press the heels of my hands into my eyes.

Making my way through the hallway, I stumble down the stairs, wanting to scream.

“Master Banner, are you ok?” Davis asks as he stops at the bottom of the stair way.

Am I ok? No, my heart is bleeding, and I don’t know what the hell to do.

“Tell my father to meet me in the office now. It’s an emergency.”

Wiping my face, I continue down the stairs, passing through the first parlor to get to my father’s office.

As soon as I enter, I head straight to his mini bar. My hand shakes as I remove the stopper from the crystal decanter. Alcohol slushes all over the top of the mini bar and not in my glass.

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