Page 30 of Regret

All she could do was shake her head, and clench her thighs before getting up from the couch…and then almost losing her balance.

“Is Jack kicking your ass over there, Lucy?” Hunter held up his cup of coffee, that smug smile still plastered on his face.

Scarlet grabbed hold of the armrest of the couch and steadied herself. “Nothing I can’t handle.”

With carefully planned steps, Scarlet managed to get to the bathroom. While she was sitting down cuffed to the couch, she didn’t realize how drunk she really was. Now that she was finally allowed to stand up, she was fully aware that drinking all that whiskey might not have been her best idea ever.

After closing the door behind her, she leaned against it. She was tired, her body ached, and she needed some fucking sleep.

She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror hanging on the opposite wall of the bathroom. God, she looked like Medusa had taken a dump on her face. Her mascara was no longer on her lashes, but on her cheeks. And her sleek hair was now one giant ball of tangled mess. No wonder he was staring at her. He wasn’t fucking her with his eyes, he was mentally giving her a damn makeover.

With a deep breath and a heavy feeling inside her chest, Scarlet wondered if she would ever get the answer to the single most important question she’d had for a very long time.

Why me?

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