Page 3 of Tantalizing Kings

I stupidly forgave him every time. Slowly, over time, it changed me. I wouldn’t say I hate who I am now, but I miss the days when I was carefree. I think I just ended up staying with Raymond because I hate big changes. Maybe I was too blind to see the signs, but I have a feeling he’s been cheating on me for a long time.

“Hey there, Shady. See anything interesting up there?” Lionel taunts as I reach the bottom of the stairs.

“Fuck you!” I spit. “And fuck your stupid friend. Now I don’t have to see your ugly face anymore.”

His nostrils flare as he takes a step forward. “Watch your mouth, you little bitch.”

“Hey, man, chill,” Todd says, stepping between us.

Not wanting to be around any of these assholes, I turn around and head outside to find my friends sitting by the fire pit.

Taking the chair next to Emma, I snatch her bottle of beer out of her and bring it to my lips. Tipping it back, I chug it all. “Hey!” she protests. “That was mine.”

I gasp, sucking in a breath as I grimace. “Fucking nasty,” I grumble, dropping the bottle on the ground and grabbing whatever Alice is drinking.

“What the hell, Sadie?” Alice laughs.

“Sorry.” I wipe my mouth with the sleeve of my hoodie. “Just found Raymond fucking Tina.”

Emma’s eyes practically bug out of her head. “You're fucking kidding me?” she asks, gaping at me.

“Nope.” I take another drink of Alice’s fruity drink.

“I never liked him. And I’ve always hated her. They deserve each other,” Alice scoffs before giving me a pitying look. “I’m sorry that happened, babe. Want us to go up there and chop all her hair off or something?”

That makes me laugh. “No. We’re better than her.” Although, seeing her freak out over the loss of her long, luscious locks would make me feel a hell of a lot better.

“Fine.” Alice sounds disappointed. “I’m going to get more drinks. How does getting shit-faced sound?”

“Like a better ending to my night than the way it started.”

Alice gets everyone more drinks and we spend the rest of the night getting trashed. By the fourth drink, I don’t have a care in the world when it comes to Raymond; and by the sixth, I’m too fucked up to even walk.

“Careful. I got you,” a voice sounds from around me as I walk toward my car. At least I think that’s where I’m going. I don’t have a clue what’s going on.

Arms wrap around my waist as someone literally sweeps me off my feet. Or maybe I’m flying? I close my eyes and pray I don’t puke on whoever this is. I should be fearful that some strange man is carrying me somewhere.

Whoever this is, though, he smells nice. I sigh and snuggle into him. Fuck Raymond and his tiny dick. Fuck the shitty sex. Fuck everything about him.

I’m too out of it to care about anything anymore, drifting off into the blackness.Stupid Sadie, didn’t you learn from the last time?

I’m never drinking again.

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