Chapter 4
Alanna
Three Months, Two Weeks, and Two Days Ago.
It’s been less than one week since he showed up with the redheaded bimbo, my mind whispered.
Anger, hurt, and guilt welled up like an overflowing well. Three weeks ago, life was simple. I would stare after Reyes like a lost little puppy. I would watch his parade of women with a bleeding heart. Now, I knew of only one thing, that was to stay hidden at all costs.
“Alanna, what the fuck is going on?” Bianca demanded.
She was reaching the very end of her rope. Can’t say that I blamed her. I almost adopted the housecoat, hair rollers and slippers look.
Thank goodness I wasn’t that far gone. My loose cotton pajama bottoms were a heather gray with light pink flowers. My light pink tight tank top was also made of soft cotton.
I stared at myself and tried to think of something to say that would get her to back off.
“I’m not ready to talk about it, B,” I tell her honestly. The words slipped seamlessly from my lips.
And I wasn’t ready. If I told my best friend that I slept with her brother, she would hate me. My fingers clenched and unclenched.
“Please, Alanna, I can see something is eating at you,” she begged me.
She wouldn’t understand. Hell, I didn’t even truly understand what possessed me to act on my urges. I knew it should never have come to fruition.
“I just can’t,” I tell her.
There was nothing about this situation that would sit right in her book.
“How did things go with Ryan?” I ask her, trying to change the subject. I didn’t want her to find out how I was the worst friend ever.
She sighed dreamily, and I knew I had her.
“It didn’t,” she said. Her voice was filled with frustration.
“What happened?” I asked her with a little laugh.
“My brother got a stick up his ass and decided to take my fun away,” she snarled.
Just mentioning Reyes had my heart skipping over its feet and tumbling in my chest.
“I had my fingers in his blond hair. Those brown eyes held my reflection and as I leaned in for that much-needed kiss. My brother lifted me away,” she was turning red in her anger.
“He got all pissy after you left and then came over and told Ryan to keep his fucking hands to himself,” she shouted as she paces across the floor.
“What did Ryan say?” I asked her.
Something tingled in my chest as the words ‘he got all pissy after I left’ reached my ears. It tumbled around in my head like clothes in a dryer.
“He didn’t say a word, the fucking bastard,” she snarled.
I would have laughed if I didn’t feel pity for Ryan.
“Here, come sit and have some ice cream with me,” I told her while I patted the spot next to me. I then offered a spoonful of the delicious icy treat.
With a laugh, Bianca slumped on the couch and started eating ice cream. The cold treat stung my mouth, and she laughed at my little shiver. Not that it stopped me from shoving more into my mouth.
The Justice League was on, so I turned my attention back to the tv as the hottest Aquaman I’ve ever seen came on.
My biggest question was why people hated the idea of Aquaman when he was this hot?