Unforgettable (Haven Falls 4)

I drop the phone down into my lap feeling completely deflated. How is it possible for this video to still bother me so much?

My mind goes back over every single time I’ve spoken with Alyssa, trying to work out where I went wrong. I mean, yeah, I’m generally a bitch to everyone, but I reigned it in for her. Now, if she sent out a video trying to humiliate Tully, that would make sense. Tully has scowled at her every chance she got, not to mention the guy Alyssa was dating is in love with Tully and not her. That would give someone enough ammunition to tear another apart, but me? Nope. Doesn’t make sense.

I mean, where the hell is Rivers when you need him? I feel like he’s the guy centered around all my mind-boggling questions right now, yet every time something comes up where he might just be able to shed a little light on the situation, he’s never around.

This is killing me and what’s making it worse is the intense need within to get my ass over to Alyssa’s place and knock her the fuck out. If it’s true and she did do this, then Rivers was right, she better run because no one is going to get away with trying to bring me down like that.

I guess I’m lucky enough that I was able to come out on top as always. Though, the Henley that I used to be, she would have run away crying. I’ve always been strong, but I’ve never been strong enough to face down something like that. Maybe that’s what happens when a guy like Noah barges his way into a woman’s life and makes her feel like anything is possible.

A crash is heard down the hallway and I crane my neck around the corner, trying to see what’s going on, though it doesn’t take long to figure out and realize which twin it was. “WHAT THE FUCK AM I WEARING?” Noah roars loud enough to be heard all the way over in Broken Hill.

I slap a hand over my mouth, desperately trying to hold in a laugh, but Tully doesn’t have the same reservations. A loud hyena laugh comes tearing from her room and I guess I was wrong; she’s apparently rising a lot sooner than I had thought.

I never thought anything good could come from my boyfriend catching himself in a bright pink thong, but I was wrong again as everything that was clouding my mind with Alyssa has just disappeared. Well for now, at least.

I jump down from the dining table and hurry down to Noah’s room. The fact that my head is pounding is temporarily forgotten as the thought of seeing Noah’s reaction is far too exciting.

I walk into Noah’s room to find him butt naked, one hand holding his junk while the other holds up the pink thong, dangling from his finger. He scowls as I grin in his doorway. “If I find out that Aiden put me in this fucking thing, he’s dead.”

“I hate to break it to you, Princess, but you put yourself into that thing and then danced around in it for hours. You loved it.”

“Bullshit,” he says, horrified.

“Check your phone,” I laugh, watching as he flings the thong across the room, right into the trash can, never to be seen again. “I’m sure someone would have sent you the footage by now.”

He lets out a groan as he turns his back on me and pulls on a pair of sweatpants, bypassing his underwear. I smother a laugh as I notice a slight red mark across the back of his hips where the man-thong dug into his skin during the night.

“What?” Noah grumbles, looking back over his shoulder and taking in the amusement on my face.

I shake my head. “Nothing,” I tell him, walking forward and crushing my face into his chest as his arms wrap around me. “How are you feeling?”

“Like shit,” he murmurs.

“Yeah, well that will happen when you jump out of a cake with a joint and give me a lap dance in front of hundreds of people.”

“Fuck off,” he says, straightening in my arms. “I didn’t do that.”

“Like I said,” I grin. “Check your phone.”

“Shit.”

An hour later, we sit around the dining table, contemplating cleaning up the mess as we work on putting something into our stomachs. It’s not that easy though, Tully feels queasy, Noah has a headache, and the need to know the truth about the video has made me lose my appetite.

As I nibble on a dry piece of toast, I show Tully and Noah the messages on Alyssa’s Facebook and we work out a plan. With the three of us out for the count right now and a house that needs to be scrubbed clean before their parents get home tomorrow afternoon, we realize that paying Alyssa a little visit today isn’t in the cards. Besides, it’s five in the afternoon and the thought of curling up in Noah’s bed and watching a movie in the dark seems too good to pass up on. You know, that’s after we get a bit of the cleaning out of the way.