Page 18 of Tangled Rose

His back arches and he thrusts forward, holding her in place, as he groans, shooting his cum down her throat. “Fuucck. Lyyyla,” he gasps, his gaze locked steady on mine.

Holy shit, he did not.Oh, but he did. He fucking called out my name as he came with her lips wrapped around his dick. The cup drops from my hand, splashing alcohol over my feet. “Oh, fuck no,” I pant. My blood pumps hard through my veins and makes my head pound. The full ramifications of what I’ve just done smack me right upside the head. Oh God, he’s going to use this against me somehow. He’ll be reminding me of it at every turn. Telling me I’m a fucking skanky perv for watching her give him head.

I’m stupid. So goddamn stupid!Covering my mouth, I run from the room, up the stairs, past people getting drinks in the kitchen. I skid around the corner and up the second flight of stairs. All the way down the hall, my breath heaves in and out as I race to my room. I burst in to find two people making out on my bed. “Get. The fuck. Out!” I scream, enraged. “Out!” I gasp. “Now!”

I don’t know who they are, but they right their clothing and bolt with an embarrassed-soundingapology thrown my way as they duck out.

Standing in the middle of the room, I try to control myself, but I’m shaking so much I can hardly breathe. How could I have been dumb enough to stick around and watch? I sink onto the bed, covering my face with my hands.

Someone bursts in. “What the fuck’s going on up here?” It’s Griffin. I can tell from the voice—the one so similar to his brother’s.

I look up, my chest rising and falling fast now. I’m sure my eyes are a little wild, and my face pink with embarrassment. He sits down next to me, puts one arm around my back, and hauls me against his side before I can blink. “Shh. It’s okay. Just breathe.”

I turn toward him, tucking my head under his chin and clutching his shirt in my fists. I hang onto him like my life depends on it.

“Did someone hurt you, Lyla?” Griffin rasps. I can tell from the way his body is tense around mine that he’s unnerved by this situation.

My chest squeezes as I stutter out a single name. “B-Beau…”

“The fuck? Are you joking?” He swallows hard and begins to separate from me, ready to stand up from the bed.

That’s when I realize I’ve made a grave error. I shake my head, still holding onto his shirt. “N-no. It’s not like that. I was looking for him. I shouldn’t have—”

There’s a knock on the doorframe and we both look up. It’s the girl Aria pointed out, Scarlett. “Hey. Um, Beau’s acting weird downstairs, and we heard there was something going on up here, too.” She gives me a sympathetic look. “Can I do anything? I’m sorry we didn’t get a chance to meet before this, Lyla. I’m Scarlett.”

I draw in a breath. He’s acting weird. Ha. “I know you’re trying to be helpful and I do appreciate it, but I think I want to be alone.” And I don’t know either of you, but I know Beau way more intimately now than I should. It was bad enough that I met him when he was naked. And that I know what it’s like to have his hard body on top of mine. But this… I squeeze my eyes shut.

When I open them, it’s to find Scarlett and Griff exchanging a look. They’re obviously not sure what to do about the freak out of the new girl.

Griffin clears his throat as I move away from him and back myself up to the headboard. He looks torn as to what he should do. “Um. Okay. You sure? I can stay. Or Scarlett?”

I give a swift shake of my head before I pull my legs to my chest and rest my chin against my knees. “No. I’m fine.”

“Okay. I’ll be in my bedroom if you need anything.” Griff shrugs at Scarlett and walks out.

She stands there and watches me for a few seconds. “You know I was new here this year, too. I wouldn’t blow smoke up your ass. I don’t know what happened down there, but maybe it was a misunderstanding.”

I shake my head with a sad smile. “I doubt it. I’m sure he’ll tell everyone. You’ll hear soon enough.”

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