Chapter 32

Beth’s POV

“Fuck you, Tate!” I shouted, hastily gathering my heels and putting them on. I glared at the incredibly handsome idiot 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 sex. 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 loved him instantly. He was a jock—hot, rich, and charming, though a little arrogant. But that was okay.

Even after five years of seeing each other, we still hadn’t had sex