The guys made a list of girls they have slept with.
I shouldn’t be surprised after running into Rhett and that girl, Josie at the library a couple of months back. After all, she had just given him a blowjob.
But still... There’s a painful twinge in my chest, and I’m once again reminded that I actually have very little in common with Rhett and his friends.
I’m about to sneak out before the guys notice I’m here, so that I can avoid an awkward situation, but then Jaxson turns around and his eyes land on me.
He lets out a long wolf whistle, and says, “Damn, Evie, you look smoking.”
I fist my hands, digging my fingers into the cuffs of the sweater and feel myself blush all the way to the roots of my hair.
Rhett knocks over a tower of solo cups as he swings around. His eyes widen, and his lips part as a burst of air explodes over them.
When the rest of the guys turn to look at me, things start to feel awkward at the speed of light.
Logan clears his throat before excusing himself. Marcus doesn’t hide the fact that he’s blatantly checking me out, his eyes sweep over every inch of me.
“What the fuck are you wearing?” Rhett roars, yanking my attention back to him. Where he looked stunned a second ago, and I was hoping he would notice the effort Willow and I put into my appearance, it evaporates as dread coils in my stomach.
“Let’s give them some privacy,” Carter says, immediately heading for the door. Jaxson and Marcus follow right behind him. I get a feeling they’re all too willing to throw me to the wolf so they can save their own butts and not get caught in the line of fire.
I swallow hard as Rhett’s eyes sweep over me, before stopping at my chest.
“You’re not wearing a bra,” he hisses, and the pissed off look turns murderous.
I take a step backward, so I’m closer to the door in case I need to make a quick escape.
I’m going to stand up for myself though. Just because Rhett doesn’t like what I’m wearing doesn’t mean I look bad. After all, Jaxson thinks I’m smoking which I assume is his way of saying I look hot.
“Our deal was that you keep your clothes on,” Rhett bites out.
Feeling hurt, I wrap my arms around my chest and hunch my shoulders.
“You don’t have to be so rude,” I whisper. “I get that you think I look awful.”
I’m about to turn around and leave when anger bubbles to life in my chest.
I straighten my spine and scowl at Rhett. “You know what,” I snap, lifting my chin, “I actually think I look pretty.”
Rhett’s eyebrows pop into his hairline, and he stalks towards me. He pinches some of my sweater between his thumb and forefinger, pulling it away from my chest.
Glaring down at me, he hisses, “Where the fuck it the other half of this outfit? I can see your fucking nipples! I don’t pay you to look like a whore.”
He lets go of my sweater as if it’s burning him and I immediately cross my arms over my breasts.
I felt pretty and confident when I left my apartment, but now I feel cheap and exposed.
Anger and shame wars inside of me as disappointment starts to weigh down on my shoulders. I can’t believe he just said that to me.
There’s so much I can say to hurt him back, but that’s not who I am. I shake my head lightly and turning my back on Rhett, I rush out of the kitchen. I grab my coat and quickly put it on before snatching my bag off the seat. On my way out of the front door, I fasten every button so I can cover the outfit.
“Evie!” Rhett hollers behind me.
I’ve had more than enough insults to last me a lifetime, and I sure as hell can’t handle anymore. I break out into a run so I can get away from that house and the man who broke my heart.