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“Jack?” Belle sat on the floor, the newspaper in her shaking hands, her expression hurt an

d angry “Tell me this is a mistake,” she demanded

I stood there helplessly There was nothing I could say

“Did you fuck her?” she asked, her voice raising

“Belle, no—” I said, trying to explain

“Did you kiss her, after this picture? Tell me what happened Jack, or I swear—” She stopped as I held up my hand

“We kissed, she took off her dress, and she tried to suck my dick but I stopped her Then I left Are you happy?” I said flatly She glared at me, her eyes full of tears

“You’re ot to her feet, sobs escaping from her throat “I trusted you, Jack”

“And I told you all I’d end up doing was hurt you,” I replied quietly

“Did you do this on purpose? Are you trying to push me away?” she cried “Because if you are, it’s sure as hell working!” She brushed pastto stop her

I let her go

Chapter Twenty

The pounding on nore So hint Another bottle of scotch, another night wasted It was dark, but I had no idea what time it was—or even what day it was—and I didn’t care

“I’ up I waited until the rooot tothe latch and swinging it open Luke stood there, his hands shoved in his pockets, his face white

Fucking hell Had she gone running straight to him? Had she told him what an asshole I was? This was all stuff I knew already, and I sure as hell didn’t need to hear it from him