Vengeful Sins: A Dark Bully Romance (Wicked Falls Elite Book 2) by C. Hallman

Author:C. Hallman [Hallman, C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bleeding Heart Press
Published: 2024-12-06T00:00:00+00:00

18

MAYA

Shit. What the hell happened?

I mean, I’m glad I’m alone in the bed when I wake up with my head pounding and my stomach churning every time I try to move. Funny how it’s easy to forget the concept of a future hangover when every sip of liquor tastes better than the last. I’m paying for it this morning.

But I would be paying a hell of a lot worse if Tucker was still here. Considering nobody came storming in here with a gun in hand or anything like that, I’m guessing he got away before Dad came home. At least he did that much without me having to ask.

But what else did we do?

Think! Right, and maybe for my next trick. I’ll learn how to fly. Thinking is not exactly easy when my brain feels like it is wrapped in cotton, studded with glass shards. But I need to think. I need to remember. Closing my eyes, shutting out as much light as I can, I force myself to relax. It’s easier to let the memories come back on their own rather than trying to dig them out.

I know one thing for sure: the soreness between my legs tells me we had sex. I can barely remember it. Everything’s dark after the point where we were kissing, while he was touching me. I was fully dressed then, even if his hands were moving under my clothes.

Little bits and pieces come at me in flashes, memories that are half-formed. Being aware of him lying beside me afterward. Feeling something rubbing against me down there, something warm and wet. Maybe a washcloth or a towel. He even made sure I was dressed before he left.

I don’t know what to think or how to feel. If I should blame him or thank him for taking care of me.

One thing I do know: I need to get out of this house today, even if the idea of moving makes bile rise in my throat. I feel dizzy just turning my head from one side to the other while it’s still on the pillow. But I need to get out. I’m afraid the longer I stay, the easier it will be for Dad to keep me here.

That’s why I drag myself through getting out of bed and slowly showering; by the time I’m finished, I feel a lot more human. A couple of aspirin and a bottle of water help, too. Once I’m dressed and creeping out of my room, my head only thuds weakly. Maybe I’ll stop for a greasy breakfast sandwich on the way to campus, since that will probably fix things the rest of the way.

First, I need to get out of here.

It’s rare for me to be glad my father is home, but today is an exception. He is in the kitchen drinking a cup of coffee and reading something on his phone when I walk in. “Don’t think I didn’t notice all the bourbon missing from that bottle,” he says. His version of good morning.

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