Page 47 of All Your Lies
Upon hearing my name from him for the first time, an instant surge of familiarity and a profound sense of connection washes over me.
I gaze into the very blue eyes belonging to someone I know all too well, just as he thrusts up into me.
My scream pierces the silence of the fake forest, fueled by both the sudden realization of who stands before me and the searing pain radiating from between my legs.
“Fuck!” he says breathlessly. “Are you—”
My world spins and crumbles into a million pieces.
“Put me down,” I say as tears form behind my eyes.
I think I’m going to throw up.
With a gentle lift, he raises me before carefully setting me back on my feet and stepping away.
Gage stands tall, his broad shoulders cast a large shadow over me. There’s a noticeable change in his appearance since I last saw him, but his eyes remain unchanged, full of warmth and the familiarity I’d cling to if not for the immense pain of betrayal.
“Why... why would you—?” A tear cascades down my cheek, leaving a salty taste on my lips. “How could you?”
The sensation of a crushing pressure on my chest leaves me gasping for air.
He lied to me. He played me. He tricked me.
“You—you’ve been the one this whole time and we just—” I can’t even finish a fucking sentence.
In the midst of my world collapsing, he stands there motionless, deep in contemplation.
I take a step back and then another. I have to get the fuck out of here. As I flee from the devil, the same sense of urgency that gripped me upon entering persists, yet the exhilaration has faded, leaving only a profound sense of dread and sorrow.
The exit is like a beacon of light, illuminating over a door, and I eagerly head toward it. In a rush, I burst through the door and welcome the vibrant lights and energetic atmosphere of the club.
I scan the room, my eyes darting from corner to corner, desperately searching for Jenna. When I don’t see her, I say fuck it and run to the front entrance.
My thighs are sticky, and I don’t need to touch them to understand I’m a bloody mess from where Gage just took my virginity.
What the hell did I do?
Out of nowhere, someone wearing a shimmering silver costume walks up to me, and I have to fight back the urge to burst into tears. It’s Rosie. Her words reach my ears, but they are drowned out by the chaos in my mind.
She becomes my lifeline as I grasp onto her just as Jenna rushes our way. I sense Gage’s presence looming behind me, but I resist the urge to glance backward.
I can’t.
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Vic runs up next to me as we bolt through the front entrance. The bouncers eye me dubiously, but I disregard them. I hear a screech of tires right before I see the girls driving away.
“Motherfucker!” I yell into the air.
“What the fuck happened?” Vic asks.
“She ran when she figured out it was me,” I say as I massage my temples.
The other guys run out, but I ignore them and make my way into my office with Vic, Trey, Marcus, and Julian on my heels.
I need to know how badly I fucked things up and devise a plan to fix it.
