Chapter 13
Mia
What the fuck was wrong with me?
You finally gave it up to the yummiest man in all of the fairytale land, that horribly annoying voice replied.
Yes, he was yummy and sweet. If I was honest with myself, there was a pull I’ve never felt before, and that terrified me, and overrode all my scenes.
You just gave it up, that’s what the voice said. The knowledge was like a ten-pound sledgehammer to a toe, it hurt, scared me, and had me completely shocked. I was sitting with my mouth agape. I wasn’t a virgin anymore.
I just spread my legs like jam on bread, I laid there and took it. What the fuck happened? I couldn’t even blame alcohol. That shit was innocent in all of this.
Then another feeling hit me, I was relieved it was finally over. Then another emotion, embarrassment. That was quickly cast out by the thought of holy shit, that was amazing.
I was brought back to earth. He was gone, as in the bed was empty and he wasn’t in it. Placing my hand in the area he used to be, it was cold, not cool. It was just cold like he had been missing for hours, if not longer.
The realization hurt. It hurt more than a one-night stand should.
Do you really believe it was a one-night stand? Then you are stupider then I thought, that voice whispered.
Oh, fuck you, and I will have you know you are also talking shit about yourself, as we are one, I tell it gleefully.
My head drops forward. Of course, as I am berating it about us being one. I’m literally playing games with myself. Who knew I was crazy as fuck?
The floorboards outside of the room creaked, and my heart rate sped up like I was on speed. Don’t go below fifty miles per hour or it will blow up!
Was he back? Did I want him back? Oh god, what if it was his harem? Did he expect me to join? No, I wasn’t and this better not have been an audition or someone’s balls was going to make a very nice mirror decoration. Screw fuzzy dice.
The floor outside the door creaked again as if someone was pacing in front of the door. I could hear whispers and the curiosity was trying to make a comeback or a surprise. You know when someone jumps out of the cake, yeah that’s what it wanted to do. Jump out and says here I am!
Lowering the sheet, I dragged my bare ass across the soft surface of the fitted sheet. Cold air blew over my body as I searched for my clothes. Chills had me shivering, and goose bumps rose all over my body.
Dragging my jean shorts over my bare ass, I sighed quietly as I buttoned then zipped them up. I was starting to feel less on the wild side and more on the normal.
There was a throbbing between my thighs and my pussy burned from the activity’s earlier this morning. Squinting I did a double check to make sure it was still daylight and not dusk. Yup, looked like the afternoon. Maybe even noon.
Leaning down I scooped up my tank top and quickly pulled the soft material over my head forgoing the bra and panties. I tiptoed closer to the door, the closer I got, the more my head hurt.
“What are you doing here,” a female voice hissed.
“She’s in his bed,” another female growled.
“She’s his mate, you need to get the fuck out of here before he finds out you were this close to her,” the first one said. Her voice was firm and concerned.
“I can’t, and I won’t let her take my place!” The second one cried.
I felt a pang as I realized they were definitely talking about me. A small part had hoped it was some other unfortunate female.
There was a sharp ache in my chest, and my lungs heaved as the room seemed to close in around me. She was here before me. In this very room, in this very bed, and in his arms.
I wanted to rip her apart. I wanted to roll into a ball and cry, I also wanted the world to stop spinning and make it better.
“You need to leave, now!” The first woman snapped.
“She can’t have him!” the second woman said in desperation. It had my heart twisting.
“What will you do when you find your mate? He’s. Not. Yours.” The first woman informed her ruthlessly.
“I can’t…” the second woman’s voice filled with the tears I was sure was running down her face.
“You knew this was a mutual thing. You are not Bastien’s mate, and that hasn’t changed, Sissy,” the first woman said gently.
Her voice had been harsh, yet reasonable. Whoever this Sissy was, I knew things weren’t going to be good between us.
See, not a one-night stand! That voice was rolling around in its good humor.
The voice was right, I couldn’t walk away even if I wanted too. Something was keeping me rooted to the floor. Like a tree I couldn’t move my roots, I was literally immovable.
Anger, frustration, fear, and something I couldn’t name whirled around in my head and body. I was angry, I couldn’t bring myself to walk away. I was frustrated with the woman on the other side of this door.
Bastien was out there somewhere, and I was stuck in here with his other woman. Wait, are there more? How many would I have to face?
My hand went to reach for the doorknob. I wanted to scream at the women. I wanted to slap them and tie them up.
I watched in horror as my hand wrapped around the cool surface of the doorknob. It was freezing against my heated flesh.
Sweat broke out all over my body. Chills danced along my spine, and my heart rate spiked again. My hand fell away as my world spun. Something was wrong with me, very wrong.
The spinning stopped as I face planted onto the bed. My feet dangled over the edge like useless broken branches. My arms didn’t stop my fall, they felt heavy, and the world darkened, and my eyes fought to stay open.
A shudder racked my body as my stomach churned and my skin stretched painfully over my body. Bile rose up my throat as my eyes closed and tears spilled from them. I felt trapped in this in-between, oh god what was wrong with me?