Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 158872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 530(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 158872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 530(@300wpm)
“Sorry. We didn’t know where else to go,” Darcy says to me.
“Is someone going to tell me what happened?” I ask.
“Nooo,” Kyla shrieks and glares at Darcy. “Don’t you dare.”
“Kyla,” I say as patiently as possible. “Did someone hurt you?”
“No.” She sniffs.
“Come on.” Molly turns her friend toward the bathroom and nudges her inside. “Hayden!” she snaps over her shoulder. “Bring something clean for her to change into. I know you packed more than one outfit.”
Hayden scowls. I cough to cover my laughter. The girls came to Molly, so now she’s taking charge.
Not wanting to be anywhere near them while they clean Kyla up, I move to the farthest corner of the bedroom and wait for someone to tell me what the fuck’s going on.
Molly’s decisive voice cuts through the walls, even though I can’t quite make out the words. A few seconds later, Darcy stomps out of the bathroom and throws the closet door open. She whips a plastic bag off one of the hangers and returns to the bathroom. A few seconds later, the full bag sails into the hallway, landing with a wet thud.
The shower blasts to life. There’s more of Molly’s murmuring. The other girls giggle but a terse “knock it off” from Molly silences them.
I grab my phone and text Remy.
Me: Something went down with one of Molly’s friends. You around in case I need you?
Remy: Is Molly okay?
Me: Yes.
Remy: I’m home. Just say when and where.
Me: Thx.
No reason to drag him to the hotel yet, but knowing he’s available reassures me.
That dickhead Wesley. Somehow, he’s responsible for whatever happened. I just know it.
The shower cuts off and Molly’s soothing voice seems to be reassuring Kyla.
Silently, I stand and move to the chair closer to the bathroom, straining to hear any bits of their conversation.
“Tried…choked…felt sick…” More crying.
Molly’s comforting tone is full of patience as she tries to calm her friend. “It’s okay. Shhh, you’re okay now.”
Love for Molly explodes in my chest.
Hayden giggles. “Worst sex story ever.”
“Shut up,” Molly hisses.
Darcy murmurs something I can’t make out.
“He’s going to tell everyone,” Kyla whines. “I can’t. I can’t go back to school.”
“No one cares.” Darcy’s sarcastic voice grates on my nerves.
A few seconds later, the four of them emerge from the bathroom dressed in T-shirts or pajamas. Kyla’s in a hot-pink T-shirt that reaches her knees. The Hell I Won’t is spelled out in pink rhinestones across the front. Definitely Hayden’s shirt.
“Come on. Let’s lie down. You’ll feel better,” Molly coos in Kyla’s ear.
“Are you okay?” I ask Kyla.
“Better now.” She flashes me a weak smile.
Still utterly confused, I search the girls’ faces. Which one is most likely to tell me what the fuck happened? Of Molly’s friends, I probably know Hayden the best. She doesn’t seem to be in a chatty mood though.
I glance over as Molly helps her friend into the chair next to the bed. Kyla rests her elbows on her knees and her head in her hands. Molly kneels in front of her. “You okay?”
I grab a bottle of water from the fridge and hand it to Kyla. “Drink this, hon.”
“Thanks,” Kyla whispers, taking the bottle from me. She sips, then groans and clutches her stomach. “Everyone needs to stop staring at me.”
“We’re just worried,” Molly says.
“What happened, Kyla?” I ask, desperate to drag the information from her.
Kyla groans and sets the water bottle on the floor. “You can tell him,” she whispers to Molly.
Darcy and Hayden throw themselves on the bed.
Molly sighs and stands, keeping her hand on Kyla’s shoulder. The corner of her mouth twitches, as if she’s running over several ways to explain the situation and finding all of them inadequate.
“Did someone hurt her?” I ask Molly.
She stares at Kyla for a few seconds. “Not really.”
“No,” Kyla answers. “Just my pride.”
I blow out a frustrated breath. All this waiting and inaction is killing me. Just tell me who I need to punch.
Molly sighs. “She and Wesley were in an…intimate moment…when she got sick,” she explains in a delicate, halting voice.
“She choked on Wesley’s dick, then puked in his lap,” Darcy says in a dry tone.
“Darcy!” Molly scolds.
“Shut up, Darcy!” Kyla shouts and starts sobbing again.
Hayden falls against the mattress and sighs.
I’ve been in a few fucked up situations in my life. Nothing quite prepared me for this one.
“Did he force you, Kyla?” I ask as gently as possible.
She frowns. “Not really. I mean, I told him I didn’t feel good, but…”
And here I thought my opinion of Wesley couldn’t get much lower.
“All right, so then what happened?” None of this explains why they’ve all ended up in our room.
“Wesley got so mad he kicked all of us out of their suite.” Hayden sits up and glares at Kyla.
Hayden and Darcy’s attitude toward their friend is really starting to piss me off. “Kyla can’t help getting sick, Hayden. Why’re you taking it out on her?”