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I whip off my covers and go to the shower, my anger so heavy in my chest that I feel like I can’t breathe. I can only imagine what the comments section is saying, what other news sites are going to read the article and then toss their own spin on me. Because that’s what they do. One article comes out with the news, and the rest just circulate it with additional “facts.”
So now everyone will fucking know about my private life.
Everyone will know the kind of man I am.
How I can’t make a woman happy.
How I’m a fucking loser who a girl cheats on.
My biggest, darkest, most embarrassing part of my life is now out on display.I’ve been played for a fool again.She came after me, pushed me...all to get fucking ahead in her career.
I slip into the shower once the water is warm, and instead of washing my body off, I feel myself lean against the tile as I try to catch air into my lungs.
Fuck, how could I be so stupid?
She’s used me from the very beginning.
From the very fucking beginning, and I chose to look past it.
I slide down to the bottom of the shower and push my hands through my hair as the water surrounds me. My eyes well with tears, and as I curl my fingers into fists, I feel my tears fall. Nothing feels worse than this. Ollie swore she’d never cheat on me, and perhaps that was true. But her promises didn’t extend to using me for her career, did it? No one had to know about what Sarah did, and their ignorance meant I was saved from the embarrassing scrutiny.
And my heart? It feels as though it’s been ripped right out of my chest.
I’ve given Ollie so much of myself, things Sarah never knew about. I was ready to see a new future. A happier future. But that was only possible through trust. And trust has once again been shattered.
Sarah might have bent me, but Ollie . . . she just fucking broke me.
ChapterTwenty-Five
OLLIE
Ollie:Hey, is everything okay?
Ollie:Silas, I haven’t heard from you. Just checking in.
Ollie:When you get this, just text or call, or anything. I want to make sure you’re okay.
I stare down at my phone as I sit in class, waiting for it to start, my stomach churning. Something happened. The boys charged into his room, told him something, and now he’s not responding. I don’t know if it has to do with us, something with the team, or maybe with Hornsby.
I sent a text to Winnie as well, asking her if she’s heard anything, but she hasn’t responded either.
And now that it’s a few hours later with no answer to my phone calls or texts, I’m starting to freak out.
The door to the classroom opens, and I glance up just in time to catch Ross walking in, a look of almost disgust on his face.
“Surprised to see you here,” he says as he takes a seat.
Uh, what’s with the attitude?
“Why?” I ask. And then I realize maybe Ian told him something. “Wait, do you know something about the team? I was in the middle of . . . things with Silas when the boys busted into his room, and I haven’t heard from him since. He won’t answer my calls or my texts.”
“I’m not surprised,” Ross says with pursed lips.
What the actual hell.
He digs through his backpack, and I stop him and turn him to look at me. “What’s going on?”
“Ollie, you know I love you, and I’d do anything for you, but that article. Girl, are you really that desperate to impress Roberts?”
