ASHLEY I bite the inside of my cheek, inhaling silently. “I never wanted any of it,” I say, my voice shaky, betraying me. His eyes remain fixed on mine, low and dark. “You're worried about him, but I'm not. You're the one that wanted me badly, remember?” “I was drunk,” I say firmly. “It was a mistake. A moment of madness. And you took advantage of it, of… me.” I expect him to be angry, or grab me by the throat tightly. But he doesn't react. His eyes drag from my face down to the short, tight leather skirt I'm wearing, then back at my face. “We both know that wasn't a mistake,” he murmurs. “And we both know that won't be the last time either. If you're scared of Caleb's reaction, then you should have resisted, Bella.” “Don't say a word about this, Jeremias,” I plead, my voice on the verge of cracking. “Please.” He stares for a few seconds, then moves away from me. He looks away, focusing his gaze on the basketball net. “You want to keep it a secret? Fine. But don't thi
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