The Wolf Cave

Chapter Seven

Colton got off me that quickly I thought someone had poked him in this ass with a hot poker. From his expression my suspicions were confirmed that, whoever had just walked through the door right now, was a person he hadn’t wanted me to find out about.

“Fuck,” he swore under his breath, he looked annoyed.

He looked down at his watch, anger spreading out across his face. Meanwhile I sat up on his bed, my heart still furiously beating from our passionate make out session on his bed. But now I couldn't help the suspicions from invading me as the sound of heels clicking in the distance got closer.

“Colton?” the same female voice called out. I narrowed my eyes at him and stood up from the bed.

“Baby?” I asked, folding my arms across my chest. He squirmed from my expression which told me so much. He had left out a huge piece of information whilst he was trying to bed me. I was a fool.    

“I can explain,” he said and my eyes widened.

This so was not happening right now, what a complete turn off! My stomach dipped disappointingly as the heels were getting closer now. I needed to go. I needed to leave right now. I turned towards the bathroom. Intent of fleeing inside to grab my dress, but Colton caught my wrist and dragged me back into him.

"Let go," I sneered, "I knew this was too good to be true."

He ignored me, “Just trust me.”

I glared at him, “Why didn’t you tell me you have a girlfriend?” 

“I’ll explain later...”

Oh, he so did not just say that! My mouth dropped in shock as he started dragging me towards his bedroom door. I tried to yank myself from him, but he wouldn't let go as we left his bedroom and went into another room that was opposite his. The room turned out to be a small guest room with a double bed. Still fancy, but it wasn’t as grand as his expensive one.

I shook myself from my thoughts and seized my hand away from his, “What the hell are you doing?”

“Act natural,” he said through clenched teeth as he turned towards the door, “I’m in here, Jenny!”

Sickness turned my stomach and mouth dropped in shock. I turned and hit him in his arm. “I don’t want to see her, hide me!”

He laughed a little, “I’m not hiding you."

He leaned in quickly and kissed my nose. My cheeks betrayed me by going on fire. Was this seriously happening right now? Was he just going to stand there and let his girlfriend walk in with me just standing here, and might I add, in his t-shirt that barely covered my ass?

I couldn’t believe how insane he was being. I should have left a long time ago. I fought to smother my face in my hands, to hide myself. Does he have no morals? His girlfriend, whom he didn't tell me about, didn’t know that two seconds before she walked through the door I was making out with her boyfriend on his bed, and possibly her bed if she lived with him. Oh shit, what if she lived with him? 

I'd just landed myself in deep shit and before I could run or scream at Colton, a woman walked through the door of the guest bedroom, a woman that was designed to completely turn heads.

She looked like a model on a catwalk as she walked inside. Tall, slender with blonde, silky curled hair cascading down over her expensive designer clothes. She looked glamorous and completely stunning. I blanched, here I was, standing like an idiot in Colton’s t-shirt whilst she looked like a model with all the money in the world. 

My heart sank as I glanced at Colton in dismay. What a total bastard! She walked in with the grace of a tigress, her long, skinny legs emphasized by tight skinny jeans.

“Hey babe!” she greeted Colton keenly and ran to him, wrapping her jewellery littered arms around his neck and completely ignoring me in the process.

But something happened deep inside of me the moment she touched him. I wanted to rip her head off and throw it in hell. My blood roared in my ears, my heart thumping with hate. The hate I suddenly had for her was unreal. I didn't know her, yet I wanted to rip her from limb to limb.

I watched as she leaned in to him, pushing her breasts into his chest purposely and placing a big, sloppy kiss on his cheek. I wanted to throw up and possibly slap the living daylights out of her perfect, snob face.