[Gabrielle’s POV]
“Dammit,” I sigh, collapsing on the bed in Hanson’s guest room while Rachelle watches me. “What the hell?”
What the hell was wrong with me running away like that simply because I found out that Trent has a past? Of course he would! I left him! I left him and went out and f****d anyone and everyone. If anyone should be pissed, it should be Trent!
Sitting up, I stare at Rachelle, taking in the amusement that flashes in her golden eyes as a look that screams you’re screwed begins to form on her face.
“Say it,” I sigh, knowing that she wants to rub salt in my wound. “I know you’re thinking it.”
“And what am I supposed to be thinking?” She asks, raising a brow. “I don’t quite understand what you mean.”
“I’m a hypocritical bitch.” I sigh, hating myself for it. “I ran arou
