Taking the Fall: The Complete Series (Taking the Fall #1-4)(10)
“Jeanette!” I snap. I hate to kill her mood but I’ve got to get us on the same page right now. I can’t tell her about Carter because I don’t want to pull her into this mess. She’s the only solid person I’ve had in my life and I’d hate for her to get hurt just for being a wonderful friend to me.
A few seconds later the bathroom stall opens and out walks the guy Jeanette had been eyeing at the library, the same guy she said stood her up last night.
“Nice to see you again, Layla,” he says as he wipes his mouth with his hand and makes his way to the door.
“I’ll see you at the bar, Mama. Don’t keep me waiting because I’ll be f*cking that * tonight,” he warns before he leaves.
“God, that man knows how to use his mouth. The name ‘Saint’ really fits him—I’m pretty sure I heard angels singing when he did this little trick with his teeth. I was working on my third orgasm before you busted in, you little cock block,” Jeanette grumbles. She tries to get her dress back under control. God, I love her. I can’t let my life rain down on hers.
“Jeanette, I totally saw Justin out at the bar and I really don’t want to face him tonight.” The lie rolls effortlessly off my tongue.
“I was hoping to take Saint home with me tonight but if you want to head out I’m down with that too. This is girls’ night anyways; we can do a sleep over my place…oh, and stop at Taco Bell,” she says.
“No, no. I know you’re really into this Saint guy and I’m actually feeling tired. I was hoping to slip out the bathroom window so I don’t have to talk to Justin at all. He saw me come in here so I’m sure he’s just waiting for me to come out. I can’t deal with this tonight, especially since I’ve been drinking.”
“You’re going to sneak out the window?” Jeanette asks, widening her eyes and looking at me like I’ve lost it.
“Hey, you were getting it on in the bathroom stall so no judgment, okay?” I respond, hoping she’ll get on board. She can’t stand Justin so I’m sure she’s down with the idea of us going back out there and telling him to beat it.
“Please, you owe me after dumping him with my phone,” I beg.
“Fine, if you want to crawl your ass out the window, have at it. Text me when you get home. And text me the cabbie’s ID number too,” she says as she starts to fix her smeared lipstick.
“Hmm…one more favor, Jeanette. Can you wait, like, five minutes before you leave the bathroom, just to be safe? Just to make sure he doesn’t try to run out front or anything,” I ask and give her a pleading look.
“Lays, it’s freaking Justin. He’s not going to cause a scene,” she says exasperatedly and turns to look at me. Her face softens and I’m sure she can see my distress. Luckily she doesn’t know the real reason for it. “All right, I’ll stay in the bathroom.” I cross the tiny space and wrap her in a big hug, not knowing if this will be the last time I’ll see her. I’m not totally sure what I’m going to do once I get out of here. My options don’t seem that great.
“I love you,” I whisper, squeezing her harder before she can pull away.
“Oh Lays, I love you too. Text me, okay? Maybe breakfast in the morning?”
“Okay.” It’s all I can say around the lump in my throat.
Taking one last look at Jeanette, I slip out the window and flag down the first taxi I see. As promised, I text Jeanette the cab number as I give the driver my address.
It’s only a twenty-minute ride back to my house and when I finally make it home I know what I have to do. The time for running is over. I’ve made a life here, and I’m sure if I run again it’ll only be a matter of time before Carter or my father catch up to me once more. Did my father send Carter or is he here on his own? I don’t think my father would hurt me. He loves me. What kind of man could hurt his own daughter? I just can’t let myself believe that, even if I’m lying to myself.
I also run the risk of them hurting Jeanette to try and get to me. That was the final nail in the coffin of my decision to stay. Maybe I can finally get some answers to what happened that night. Maybe those answers will help me remember.
Slipping into the house, I reset the alarm and rearm it before making my way to the bathroom. Pulling my dress over my head, I can smell Carter’s cum on me. Was it just this morning that I was thinking about him having his way with me? Using me for his own pleasure? The reality of it was so much better. That pisses me off.
I hate Carter. I never thought he loved me but I did believe he cared for me when he worked for my father. I sent him all those letters and opened my heart to him but he treated it like it was nothing. I went to the prison wanting answers, wanting to tell him I would wait for him forever but all I got was an icily indifferent man.
I’m guessing the only reason he messed with me tonight was because he just got out, and any woman would do. Any hole’s a goal, right? Or maybe it was part of his game. He had to know how in love with him I used to be. His coming here and toying with me could be part of his revenge. He could destroy my heart and he probably knows it. He’ll use my feelings against me. The stupid, na?ve girl who used to chase him around like a lost puppy, the stupid, na?ve girl with all her romantic and sentimental fantasies—she was easy to toy with. I played right into his hands. I begged him to f*ck me right there. He had his hands on me for two seconds and I was ready to give him everything. It’s pathetic how much I still want him.