Beth's POV
"f**k you, Tate!" I shouted, hastily gathering my heels and putting them on. I glared at the incredibly handsome i***t in bed, arms behind his head, leaning against the headboard.
"I knew you still liked me," he grinned.
"I was just sad and drunk. Now, bye," I walked towards the door. I stopped and turned to point a finger at him. "Don't you dare tell anyone about this." I stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind me, his cruel chuckle echoing in my ears. I felt so embarrassed, my face burning red.
So, you might be wondering how I ended up in this situation...
Last night was supposed to be the night Vincent and I had s*x. I had been excited about it. They had just won the hockey championship. Vincent and I had been seeing each other since high school. I
