Page 126 of Lost in the Dark

He stumbled into the tent three hours later, his sloppy happiness quickly fading when he found me. “V, Monica’s bitching, she’s hungry.”

I sat cross-legged in the middle of the tent, reading on my phone. “Then maybe she should get herself something to eat.”

“Jesus, what the fuck is wrong with you?” he slurred.

“Oh, I don’t know, Michael.” I jerked my gaze to his. “Maybe the fact that this wassupposedto be a romantic weekend away forus."

“Isn’t this romantic?”

Tears slipped from my eyes and ran down my cheeks. “No. It’s not. I thought this weekend was going to be different.”

“Different?”

“Yes.” I looked away. “I thought it was going to be just us. I thought…”

His lips curled, and hate darkened his eyes. “You thought what…V?”

He hadn’t changed. He was still the same cruelasshole.“I thought you were going to propose to me.”

He just stared at me, his eyes widening, before he threw his head back and roared with laughter. Laughter that made me flinch as he pushed a fist against his stomach and looked down at me. “You thought I was going to fucking propose to you? What on Earth gave you that fucking idea?”

Agony punched through my chest. I could not sit on the ground for a second longer while he stared down at me. I shoved upwards and barged past him before I spun to face him. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe the fact we’ve been together forsix fucking yearsnow, Michael!And not once have youeverdone anything nice for me, until this weekend.”

He followed me, stumbling sideways as I practically ran out of the tent. Anger raged inside me at the sight of his drunkenness. I had to look away before I exploded.Stupid…so fucking stupid!I swallowed that anguish, turning it onto myself. “I thought because it’s been six years that you might…”

Warm tears fell. Fuck, I was such an idiot.

“Don’t worry about her,” Monica urged as she stumbled closer. “She’s too prissy for a foursome anyway.”

A foursome?!

I looked from her to Michael, and the truth raged in his eyes. I didn’t have to look at the others. “You’ve got to bekidding me,”I mumbled. “That’s what you brought me here for?A fucking foursome!?”

I couldn’t believe it.

“You’re Is so fucking uptight!” Michael bellowed, his face turning red. “You never want to have fun, and sex with you isgoddamn boring.So yeah, I bought you out here so I could have fucking fun with someone else, and God knows it might help you to lose that screw you have wound so goddamn tight in your ass.”

He wanted to have sex…with someone else. I turned my head, a cold fist gripping my belly.With Monica. He wanted to have sex with Monica and watch me have sex with—

I was going to be sick.

I was going to throw up and crumble into a goddamn mess in front of all of them.

They all stared, watching…expecting me to do just that. Tocrumble.That’s what they waited for, for me to crumble.

“You didn’t bring me here to propose,” the words were dull. “You wanted to whore me out.”

“Maybe if you were a whore, you might be a little more fun,” Michael growled.

Monica giggled, then stumbled forward to punch me in the shoulder and trail her hand down my arm. “Oh relax, V,” she slurred. “Don’t be such a fucking prude. It’s just sex.”

Just sex…

Just sex…

A scream bubbled up to the surface, burning in the back of my throat, desperate to burst free. I tried to slow my panicked breaths. Flashes of rage slammed through me. I wanted to tear off her goddamn hand and ram it down her throat.

I needed to get out of there, I needed to get away…

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