Chapter 96
CHAPTER NINETY-SIX
MADDIE
“Maddie!” Oliver called, his footsteps approaching my closet door that I slammed shut. “I swear to God, nobody had better be in here. This is my sister’s fucking closet. You assholes know this room is off-limits during parties, and if you don’t—”
He twisted the doorknob, about to push it open, but Alec sprawled his hand across it and held it closed.
Alec stared down at me, lowered his head until it was inches from my ear, and whispered, “Say something, Maddie.”
God, he was so close.
“Open u—”
“Go away, Oliver!” I shouted, heat coursing through me. I pressed my thighs together and stared up into Alec’s dark eyes. I placed my hands on his chest, curling my fingers against all his thick muscle. “I-I’m getting changed!”
“Nobody is bothering you, are they?”
Alec twirled me around so I faced the door and then pressed his naked body against my backside. I gulped and placed my hands on the door, my pussy aching to be filled yet again by his huge cock. Part of me didn’t even believe that this was happening.
Alec slid his hand down the door to mine, his fingers snuggling between mine. My heart raced. I curled my fingers against the wood, watching as his did the same, locking around my palm. He dropped his head so it rested at the nape of my neck.
“Fuck, Maddie,” he groaned. “You don’t know how long …”
“How long what?” I whispered.
“Maddie!” Oliver shouted. “What’s going on?”
“I’m getting changed!” I said after gathering my thoughts. “Leave me alone.”
“Nobody is bothering you, are they?” he repeated.
He had been so overprotective, almost to the point of overbearing, after Spencer completely crushed our relationship last year. I could barely breathe with Oliver around sometimes … or maybe that was because the biggest flirt in all of Redwood was holding my hand at this very moment.
“N-no,” I whispered.
“Good.” Oliver paused. “You haven’t seen Alec, have you?”
“You’re always looking for him, aren’t you?” I asked, remembering last night, when he had almost barged into my room while Alec was thrusting me into my mattress.
Oliver needed to get Alec a damn collar with a bell for how much Alec disappeared on him.
“He’s been missing since he slept with that girl last night on the deck.”
My entire body froze, my heart shattering.
Wh-what?
Staying quiet, I ripped myself away from Alec and glared at him through tears in my eyes. He shook his head, as if to say it wasn’t true, as if to say that he hadn’t lied to me this morning when I asked him if he had slept with another girl.
But this fucker … this dickhead …
I wanted to scream. Why am I so stupid? Why am I so naive?
He had literally said Sandra’s name last night before he left, and I’d stupidly thought he wanted me. Me! The freaking loser little sister who he probably thought he could bag and dump off—and I had stupidly let him.
Alec walked closer to me with his hands up. “Maddie, I …”
Hot tears burned my eyes, and I continued to move back until I hit the end of my closet. “Stay away from me, you fucking asshole,” I growled lowly so if Oliver was still in my room, he wouldn’t hear. I didn’t need the drama of another Spencer situation right now.
“Maddie, please,” he pleaded, brown eyes almost … glistening. “I …”
He couldn’t even form a cohesive sentence, not even give me a sappy excuse.
Oh, I was too drunk. Oh, sorry, I thought it was you on the deck.
I gritted my teeth, tears bursting from my eyes. “Get out.”
“Maddie,” he whispered, pain all over his face.
“Get out!” I screamed, not giving a fuck about Oliver anymore. “Now!”
Tears welled in his eyes. Fucking tears! I didn’t know what the fuck was wrong with him, but crocodile tears weren’t going to work on me. I had seen enough of them from Spencer, and I … I couldn’t believe that I had been so damn stupid a second time!
What is wrong with me?
“Please,” he begged. “Let me explain.”
“Explain?!” I shouted, slamming my hands into his chest when he stepped closer. “Explain what? That you fucked another girl on the deck, then crawled into my bed afterward? And when I asked you if you did it, you looked into my fucking eyes and told me no! What else is there to explain?”
Alec suddenly became quiet.
Usually, he was the loudmouthed hockey star who said whatever shit he was thinking. He didn’t know how to be quiet, never had nothing to say. But he was lost for words now, grasping at all the little lies he had told me.
“You’re a liar.”
“You don’t understand,” he whispered, dropping his gaze and clenching his jaw.
“No, I don’t understand.” I was seething. “Especially why you would do something like this to me when you saw me so fucking broken after Spencer. I don’t understand why you never talked to me and suddenly wanted to fuck me last night.”
He parted his lips, then pressed them back together. “I-I’m sorry.”
When those two little words left his mouth, pain shot through my body. It was the admission of guilt. He had really done what Oliver had said he did. He had betrayed me. He felt sorry for it. And what? Did he think I would just forgive him for that?
Tears streamed down my cheeks. “Get out.”
He turned around and faced the door, every muscle in his body rippling. For a mere moment, he rested his head and fist against my closet door, muttering something to himself, and then he slammed his fist into the wood and stormed out of my room.
And out of my fucking life.