Tamed (Torn #5)(55)

“Faster,” the girl’s voice begged.

I raised an eyebrow as I heard her and the dude banging against the wall. The stalls were literally shaking.

Wow…

She moaned again, and a male groan followed.

I tensed. Holy shit. I felt like a creeper, sitting here and peeing while listening to two strangers go at it like animals. I finished and flushed the toilet before stepping out of my stall. I walked to the sink and reached to turn on the water. Before I could, I heard the dude speak.

“Fuck yes. Your * is so tight, baby,” he groaned.

My blood ran cold. It couldn’t be. I walked to the handicap stall they were in and pushed the door open. They hadn’t even bothered to lock it. I felt like I was going to vomit. Adam had the girl pushed up against the wall while he f*cked her brains out. I took a step back and then another. He raised his head, my movements catching his attention. His eyes widened for a fraction of a second before he looked away. He never stopped f*cking the little bitch.

I turned and ran. I ran out of the restroom and out of the bar. I didn’t stop running until I made it back to Drake’s house. I ran inside and grabbed my keys off the table next to the door. Eric was nowhere to be seen, thank God. I turned and walked right back outside to where I’d parked my car. With shaking hands, I unlocked my car and climbed in.

I didn’t move. I didn’t start my car. I just sat there.

He’d been with that woman less than an hour after he’d been with me. Bile rose in my throat. I threw my car door open and vomited in the grass. When nothing but an empty feeling remained in my stomach, I sat back up.

This hurts so f*cking bad. How could he?

I knew he was angry and hurting from what he’d told me about Hilary, but he should’ve stayed with me. I would’ve been there for him. Instead, he had gone out and found the first girl who would f*ck him. It hadn’t taken him long at all either.

All this time, I’d sworn that I was over him. It’d been a f*cking year since we last saw each other. That should’ve been more than enough time to move on and forget about him. But I hadn’t. Instead, my pulse had sped up the moment I saw him. He had been all I could see, and I’d instantly lost myself in him. He obviously hadn’t felt the same way.

I took a deep breath. My head felt like it was going to crack in two. I rested it against my car seat and closed my eyes. This was it. This moment was the one that would change everything. There was no going back now, not after what he’d said to me earlier. Then, I’d watched him with someone else. My heart couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t take it anymore.

He’d won. He’d broken me. I’d fallen in love with a man who didn’t give a damn about me, and now, I was paying the price. I felt like my life was over.

“No,” I whispered to myself. “It isn’t over. I just have to start over.”

I promised myself that I would never let Adam touch me again. I wouldn’t let him near me.

This chapter of my life was finished. I had to start over—without Adam.





Two Years Later—August

Morgantown, West Virginia

People come and go in life. It happens. But there are those who I thought I’d have forever.

God, I was so naive.

Chloe had left me first. She’d moved to California long ago. She’d live in L.A. when Drake wasn’t on tour, and when he was on tour, she’d follow him across the country and then the world. She was living the married life with her rock god of a husband.

Her leaving had stung, but it’d been bearable since I’d still had Logan. Our terrible threesome had been dropped down to a duo, and it’d sucked, but I could handle it.

Then, Logan had left. He’d been gone for almost a year now. I still couldn’t believe it. Logan had always been so in love with Chloe that I was sure no other woman would ever catch his attention. I had been wrong. He’d fallen for Jade, and after several months of fighting with her and himself, he’d finally pulled his head out of his ass and gone after her, so he was in L.A. now, too.

And I was completely alone.

I hadn’t seen Logan since he left, and it’d been even longer since I’d been face-to-face with Chloe. I would still talk to both of them on the phone, but it wasn’t the same.

I felt abandoned and lost. The house we’d rented had felt empty without their bickering and laughter. Once, I’d thought it was too small, but after they’d left, it’d felt huge. As soon as my lease had been up, I’d moved into a smaller apartment only a few blocks away. I hated it, too. It was so quiet. I didn’t do well with quiet.

I’d graduated from college a year ago. Shortly after, I’d found a job at a local law firm, working as a paralegal. It wasn’t the most glamorous job, but it paid decent, and I was content with it. I’d made nice with a few of the other girls I worked with, but I didn’t feel close to any of them. It wasn’t their fault. They’d welcomed me with open arms. No, it was all on me. I wouldn’t dare get close to anyone, too afraid that they’d leave me like everyone else.

I hadn’t spoken to Adam since that night. I’d seen him several times, just not in person.

Breaking the Hunger had exploded in the last two years. They were constantly on the radio, online, and on the television rock channels. I couldn’t escape them even if I tried, but I didn’t. I hated myself every single time I’d search for the band’s name online. I’d watch their music videos over and over, my eyes glued to Adam the entire time.