Page 88 of One Night Seduction

“Wherever you’re not!” she shouts.

Running my hands over my face and up into my hair, I pull hard as I shout.

“FUCK!”

When I look up, I realize that she’s already out of the house and climbing into her car. Jogging after her, I reach the side of her car in seconds.

“Please don’t drive, Ari. Not like this. I’ll go. You can have time to think and process?—”

“Process?!” she shouts. “There is nothing to process, Logan. You fucked my mother. You knocked her up. I’m not gonna stick around and play step-mommy to my fucking sibling!”

She shuts the door and starts the car as I grip the open window.

“Please, Sparrow. Just?—”

“Do not call me that! This was a mistake, everything. I wish I could go back in time and never see you at that fucking club.”

Hurt pierces through me, but I know she doesn’t mean it.

“You don’t mean that.”

Her head turns to me, an impassive, icy stare covering her face as she glares.

“Yes, I do. I really do.”

That hurt blooms into an overwhelming amount of pain. I push it down, though, focusing on her safety first and foremost as the car starts to move. I hold on to the open window as I start jogging.

“Arianna! Stop it! Get out of this fucking car.”

“Fuck you!” she snarls before punching the gas.

I have to leap out of the way before she runs over my feet as she peels out of the driveway. I feel my heart break with every foot she drives. Part of me is ready to jump in the car and chase after her to make sure she’s safe. The other part knows she needs the space.

“GODDAMNIT!”

Chapter Thirty

Arianna

I hit Facetime on the group chat, tears pouring down my face as I maneuver through the streets of Seattle. Cassi is the first to answer, her face filling the screen.

“Hey, babe! What’s?—”

Her words pause as she looks at me, her smile disappearing in an instant. The next moment, Naomi joins. Her equally waiting smile slipping away.

“What happened?” Naomi asks.

I begin word vomiting everything, sobbing in between breaths before I finish. Both look stunned, speechless, before Naomi speaks.

“Are you okay?”

“Come on, Nay, she’s clearly not fucking okay!” Cassi scolds.

Naomi shoots a scathing look at her, and it catches me off guard. We never snap at each other like that, especially not to Naomi. She’s the sweet cinnamon roll of the group, she doesn’t look like it right now, though. Her eyes are dripping with irritationand what looks like judgment as she stares at the camera before speaking.

“I know you’re not okay. What can I do?”

“Can I come over?” I sniff. “I gave up my fucking apartment for him. I have nowhere to go.”

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