Chapter 39. Regrets

BRIANNA’S POV

The night was drawing close. Clad in my nightgown, I paced my room in swift, troubled strides, biting hard on my lower lip till it throbbed like my pulse, trying but all to no avail to steady the erratic thumping of my heart against my chest.

Who knew what Catherine might think seeing me in bed with her husband?

She might think we were making out. Think we have been sleeping together whenever she wasn’t around. But that wasn’t the case.

I had just broken her last and most important rule which stated that I was to never talk, go close to or engage in any form of activity with Sebastian.

Fuck! Fuck!! Fuck!!! Fuck!!!! Fuck!!!!!

I stamped my foot against the base of my bed. Falling on the bed, I cradled it as the painful sensation stung me like an electric shock. I had seen how she reacted like an enraged bull the other night she saw Sebastian checking out the lip bruise I had sustained from that bastard Alpha king at that cocktail party