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She came almost
immediately, flooding me with her delicious juice and I yelled out as my own
orgasm seared through me so fucking painfully and exquisitely my knees buckled
and I palmed the wall for support, slamming my hips against Red to support her
against the wall.

We both panted
loudly and I looked at her. She blinked at me, her huge blue eyes searching
mine for an explanation of what had just happened and what was going to happen.

I looked away, not
wanting her to see the pain, hate and rage inside me, as I pulled out of her.

“Lucas?”

I couldn’t look at
her. I didn’t want to see the hurt on her face as I zipped up and walked away.

Chapter 37

Layla

    I fought the sob that was surging up
my throat as I watched him walk away.

He had taken me,
hard and rough against the wall, and then walked away.

Just walked away
without a word.

I sank to the floor,
not even bothering to pull down my skirt and not caring that everything Lucas
had left inside me was now soaking my knickers.

I just sank deeper
and deeper.

Hurt, pained, used
and dirty were only a few of the things I felt right then. But broken was the
main one.

I was so desperate
for him, I had just left him fuck me then fuck off.

What did that make
me? A whore.

I was still there
when Ava and Mason exited the room, their kisses all lovey dovey and my heart
broke even more.

“Lay?” Ava said
softly as she crouched in front of me.

Her eyes perused my
used body and she wrapped her arm around my shoulder. “Where is he, Hun?”

She shrugged.
“Fucked me then fucked off. Never uttered a word apart from ‘Fuck Red, I need
to bury myself inside you’.” I imitated.

“And then what?” Ava
asked with a severe frown as she pulled my skirt back around my thighs.

I shrugged again
“Fucked off.”

“He what?” Mason
said so quietly I nearly didn’t catch it.

I looked up at him
and pursed my lips. “Don’t worry about it Mase. I wanted it as much as him.”

He nodded slowly.
“But you didn’t walk away from him after” he hissed and then disappeared down
the corridor.

“Come on Lay, let’s
get you home” she whispered into my hair as she pulled me up and pulled me
against her for support as my legs gave way.

***

Quietly closing my
room door behind me, I tilted my head at the sound of sobbing.

I walked into the
room and gasped when I saw Sara, stretched out on the carpet naked and blind
drunk.

“Sara. What’s wrong,
love?”

Her red eyes slowly
rose to me and I took a step back at the vehemence in them.

“Sare?”

She scoffed and
dragged herself to her feet, wobbling as she made her way over to me.

“Well, it’s Layla,
or is it Kayla… or maybe it’s fucking Willow. Who are you today? Apart from a
wonderful
friend
” she spat out the last two words and I frowned at her.

“Sara, talk to me.
Tell me what’s wrong, love. I can’t help you if you won’t let me.”

She tipped her head
back and laughed manically and I wondered if she’d lost it but she suddenly
turned to me, her lip curled in disgust, then spat straight in my face.

“What the hell,
Sare?” I stuttered as I wiped her gunk from my face.

“You? Help me? Yeah,
all right Lay. It’s your fucking fault. All of it. All. Your. Fucking. Fault!”
She raged, her face turning a funny puce colour as her eyes bulged wildly.

I frowned at her.
Everybody was going fucking mad. All of them.

“What’s all my fault,
Sare?”

“Everything” she
hissed as she came within an inch of me.

She swung her fist
at my face and luckily in her drunken state I managed to move out of the way
and she stumbled forward.

I grabbed the tops
of her hands and shook her “Will you bloody talk to me!”

She reared back,
looking at me like I was the devil that took her soul.

“THEY FUCKING RAPED
ME. ALL OF THEM. ALL FUCKING THREE OF THEM!”

Oh, Good god!

“Sare?” I choked
out.

She spat at me
again. “And now I’m fucking pregnant!”

Fuck me to hell!

“S…Sare. Love,
I…I…oh, Good God Sara. Who raped you?”

She looked at me as
though I was stupid. “Diablo’s men, when they took me. They all had a go at me.
Epic, fucking epic. All of them. One after the fucking other.”

Her tears and snot
covered her face but it was her eyes that held me. They were full of hatred and
pain.

My knees buckled and
I placed a shaky hand on the wall to steady myself but she went crazy then.

Her fists hit me
furiously, one after the other and I let her. I let her hate me, because she
was right, it was my fault.

Her relentless
punches knocked me into the corner, and then her feet came at me, her heels
furiously battering into my stomach. And still I took it; let her release her
anger at me, on me.

“You fucking bitch.
I fucking hate you, I hate you.” she screamed as she continued to pound me.

Suddenly she grabbed
my arms and dragged me through the hallway, opened the front door and pushed me
out.

“Don’t ever let me
see you again, or I’ll finish what I just started” She hissed at me and I
nodded.

The door slammed in
my face and I stood looking at it for a long while before I turned and walked
away.

***

Ava opened the door
and her eyes went wide at the state of my bruised and bloodied face “Shit, Lay.
What the hell?”

“Can you pay the
taxi, Ava? I haven’t… I haven’t got my bag.”

Her confused eyes
went from me to the taxi on the road. “Oh. Sure, hang on.”

She scuttled away
and went over to the cab, shoving a twenty at him before she came back to me
and led me into the house.

She settled me on
the sofa, then went to fetch some antiseptic stuff and crouched before me.

“Who did this, Lay?”
she asked as she gently wiped the blood from my nose.

“Sara” I whispered.

She frowned deeply
at me “What? Why?”

The tears came then,
lots of snotty ones, at the pain for my best friend. “It’s all my fault Ava.
It’s all my fucking fault” I sobbed.

I winced when she
pulled me in and she reared back and lifted my shirt. “Oh, you need to get
these ribs checked, Hun. I think a few are broken.”

I shrugged and wiped
my nose with the back of my hand.

“Will you tell me
what’s going on?” she urged.

So I told her.

“Bloody hell, Lay.
You’re life’s as bad as mine.” She laughed bitterly as Mason walked through the
front door.

“Willow?” he
narrowed his eyes as his fists clenched beside him. “Please don’t tell me Hunt
did that?”

I shook my head at
him “No, he wouldn’t hurt me. Not physically anyway.”

Then again I didn’t
think Sara would but she was just angry and hurting and I didn’t blame her one
bit.

“You want me to talk
to her?” Ava asked softly and I shook my head.

“She needs help. She
needs… God, I don’t fucking know what she needs, but she won’t let me help her.
That’s for sure.”

Mason settled in the
chair opposite me as Ava filled him in on what had happened. “She needs to talk
to someone or she’ll go crazy” Mason said.

I stared at him
“She’s already gone bloody crazy.”

“Come on, now
Mason’s home to watch the twins, I’ll run you to A & E.” Ava informed in
her no argument tone and I rolled my eyes but followed.

“Get the spare bed
made up Mason,” Ava said as we walked across the room, “Lay’s staying with us
for a while.”

I heard him huff and
Ava’s shoulders lifted as she chuckled. “He hate’s mundane things, such as
putting a sheet on a bed. Way too complicated.”

“I heard that” He
growled behind her. She turned and winked at him and he growled some more.

Why couldn’t I have
a relationship like theirs? Their love for one another had seen them through
hell and back many times, but here they were, growling softly at each other,
bickering playfully and just so damn in love.

I wanted that.

In fact, I bloody
needed
that.

Chapter 38

Lucas

Closing my eyes as I
stepped out of the elevator, I sucked in a huge breath and told myself I could
face her.

The guilt that had
ate at me last night after I had fucked her and dumped her, just left her there
alone in that bloody corridor, had actually given me nightmares.

I didn’t understand
what was happening to me. My mind was going, or had gone, completely goo goo.

My body wasn’t my
own, I was shaking constantly, but I knew that was down to the booze I was
consuming. Vast amounts of it were pouring down my neck every night, just for
the motive of escaping Red’s face that was permanently engraved on my retinas.

My dick definitely
didn’t belong to me anymore; Red possessed it, totally and thoroughly. It
refused to get hard unless Red’s face was in my head, or her soft moans were
heard filtering through my ears, or her smell was filling my nostrils, the
subtle strawberry creamy shit she plastered on at night filling my senses
imaginarily.

I had gone round to
her flat last night to apologise for my shitty behaviour. It had taken some
courage, in fact it had taken all my bloody courage, but she hadn’t answered
the door and I wasn’t sure if I had been relieved at that or furious.

I knew she had been
in there, all the windows had been flooded with light and I had seen a shadow
through the curtains but after knocking, banging and shouting for thirty
minutes, I had given up.

I slowly made my way
up the corridor towards my office, not returning Thelma’s, the floor
receptionists, smile and gulped when I saw Red sat at her desk, head down as
she wrote something on a little notebook.

“Red” I said, my
heart constricting and damn near choking me when her scent drifted up at me.

“Good morning, Mr
Hunt” She replied but didn’t look up, just kept her head buried in her book.

Okay, she was mad.
Refusing to look at me and still on professional name terms made my heart
clench further but I knew I deserved her animosity.

I was a bastard.

Simple.

“I… I wanted to
apologise, Red. For last night, I, well, I…”

She shook her head
but still refused to lift her face and I was getting slightly pissed off. I was
trying my best to apologise and she was being rude.

“It’s not a problem,
Mr Hunt.” She answered as she lifted from her seat and walked into my office.

She seemed stiff,
her legs virtually shuffling instead of striding and she still kept her bloody
face to the floor.

What the hell was
wrong with her?

I followed her in
and watched her as she started up the coffee, her back to me all the time and I
was now curious, anger left behind. Something was wrong with her, seriously,
and I took a step closer to her.

Her shoulders
hunched tensely as she heard me move behind her. She bent stiffly to retrieve
my cup from the cupboard and I closed my eyes and clenched my fists as the soft
roundness of her arse pointed at me and the material of her dress glided up her
thighs a little.

I heard her hiss
through her teeth as she came upright and I narrowed my eyes on her.

“Red?” I asked as I
moved to the side of her and grabbed the tops of her arms, turning her to look
at me.

Holy hell!