She’d never gone after anyone before and her heart ached because she was now. This shouldn’t be happening but she had to know. She had to know what was really going on with him.
She could do this.
Inhaling, she placed the key into the lock, punched the security code into the pad beside the door and when it clicked open, she removed the key and slowly stepped inside.
His apartment was quiet, which made her think that, after last night, perhaps she should have rang the bell or something instead of letting herself inside.
She shrugged. He gave her the key, which he’d intended for her to use.
The door clicked shut behind her and as she made her way down the hall to his open planned living room, kitchen and dining room, she spotted his shoes on the floor.
Rounding the end of the hall, her eyes widened when she found his trousers from the night before screwed up in a heap on the tiles. His briefs and shirt were in the same vicinity.
Had he gotten drunk at some point? Or was he always so messy?
She moved further toward his bedroom, and then her heart froze in her chest.
A woman’s bra and panties.
Tears hovered on her lashes as she moved her head and she spotted high heels and female clothes.
No he didn’t…
Stumbling forward, Erin entered the bedroom and watched as Mateo’s hand slipped up a woman’s torso to cup her breast.
He squeezed, and said, “What the fuck,” in surprise before his eyes snapped open and focused on her across the room.
She covered her mouth with a hand to keep the scream inside as her tears fell freely down her face.
Mateo looked at the grinning woman in his bed: Allie and jumped up. “Erin…fuck.” He stumbled and couldn’t seem to stand straight.
“This isn’t what it looks like…please,” he held his hand out to her and begged.
“What is it then? Because your clothes are thrown all over out there as though you couldn’t wait to get each other…naked,” she cried. “I just watched as your hand slipped up her and cupped her breast… you can’t deny that you weren’t after sex with her,” she shouted, accusingly and waved her hand toward his erection, which had started to go soft.
“Fuck…My head’s fucking spinning right now and my stomach is about to revolt, but goddamn it. I was hard as a spike for you. It was you that I thought was next to me. I woke up when I realized it wasn’t you. She’s no boobs, yours are fucking heaven to me.”
“Then explain last night to me. You left me at that club without one word. All night, Mateo.”
“Fuck if I can remember.”
“I loved you,” she whispered, “and I expected a lot more from you.”
She watched as he paled before he turned a funny shade of green and ran for the bathroom.
Erin glanced at a smug Allie before she turned her back and left.
That hadn’t been the scenario she’d expected.
Chapter Thirty-Five
He’d felt so fucking sick when he’d jumped from the bed, but nothing compared to the look on Erin’s face when she’d taken in the situation. His stomach felt marginally better after he’d chucked his guts up for an hour.
When he finally managed to surface from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his hips, Erin was nowhere in sight but Allie was there dressed and holding a bottle of water out to him. A sudden flashback of her doing the same thing last night hit him between the eyes.
He groaned and moved out to his kitchen to grab one of his own stash from the pantry—one from the middle as well.
Opening the water, he drank the whole thing and tossed it into the recycling before he reached for another and took it back to the bedroom with him.