Chapter 59

I stumble into the hall when I get the door open, trying so hard to be quiet and catch sight of myself in the hall mirror. My hair is flyaway, my dress hanging off one shoulder where that prick Malcolm tore it, and my lipstick smeared where he forced his tongue down my throat when I was semi-conscious on a booth chair.

I came to in a quiet corner of the hotel, in semi-dark shadows, to find him trying to get my clothes off. I pushed his groping hands and grinding body off in disgust while the asshole called me a ‘cock tease.’

He had the nerve to try and hold me down, try and force his tongue in my mouth while his knees pried my legs apart, and I fought back and caused a hell of a scene.

Camilla laughed at first until I made enough noise and chaos to bring the attention of other drunken stragglers, and then she got snippy, dumping me in a taxi and telling me next time to lay off the booze if I couldn’t handle it. She seemed majorly pissed, unconcerned that Malcolm ha