Lacy's POV
"f**k all of them". Tears stream down my face as I run to my bedroom. I slam the door shut and jump on my bed, sobbing into the sheets.
I curl up in bed and hug myself. I might have looked confident, flirting, and trying to arouse those men, but in fact, I was far from it. I didn't want to do it, but I had to prove that b***h, Celeste, wrong.
She is out to get me, and I can't let her win.
The door of my room slams open, and I hear footsteps walk in. I don't need to turn to know who it is.
"Go away," I yell into the pillow, but loud enough for him to hear.
"No. I'm not going anywhere." Vincent says with a very annoyed tone.
"I said you should leave, damnit." I turn to face him with tears streaming down my face, and he looks down at me, fuming.
He roughly grabs my arm
