follow me out the door. Once I am outside and safe from his view, I let the tears stream down my cheeks.
Nothing is worse than being drunk and feeling sorry for your-self. It is a recipe for disaster. I am half way to our villa, when I flop down on some random steps outside of a gift shop. I let the tears flow, because I promised myself as soon as I made it to my bed, I would not cry one more tear over Ben. I drop my head in my hands, wishing I could just erase everything that happened between us. All I want is my best friend back, but I know he is gone forever.
“Are you okay?”
I suck up my tears and wipe them away with the back of my hands. I look up through my long wet lashes to see Ben standing in front of me.
“Go away!” I shout, “Someone might think we’re actually together!”
“What the hell is going on?” He takes one step closer and adds, “Holy shit you’re really drunk.”
“I know that!” I shout and ungracefully stumble to my feet.
“What the hell was that shit you pulled back there with Steven? Are you mad at me or something?” Ben asks moving an inch closer.
“What was your first clue?” I shout, and turn on my heel to storm in the direction of my villa.
I hear Ben jogging up behind me calling out my name, but I don’t care and it feels good to feel that way. He grabs onto my arm, and begs me to stop and tell him what I am so mad about. But I don’t want to say it out loud, because it will hurt too much. Besides, it really doesn’t matter what he says. I am done with him.
“Megan, please.” Ben begs with a subtle nervousness to his voice.
I cross my arms over my chest and tap my foot on the ground, “When were you going to tell me you fucked Stephanie?”
Ben’s face drops, he starts breathing heavy and he doesn’t move a muscle. His nostrils flare a bit, and he clenches his jaw. He starts to mumble something about how it was a long time ago and it only happened once.
“You’re lying!” I scream, “Stephanie told me it happened more than once. Matter of fact it happened a few times.”
“Megan stop. It was a long time ago –“ Ben tries to defend himself, but I don’t want to hear him speak another word.
“Actually Ben. It wasn’t a long time ago. It was less than a month ago to be correct. What is wrong with you? Is this a game to you? To fuck your friends? How could you hide that from me?” I shout and my face turns red.
For a moment Ben doesn’t respond. He is completely silent. Then he takes a deep breath, “Are you done?”
“No I’m not.” I shout feeling my chest tighten, “Oh, don’t let me forget to mention how you asked Stephanie not to say anything about you repeatedly shoving your dick in her. Just like you didn’t want anyone to know about us! How many more dirty little secrets do you have? Are you banging Michelle too? Jessica? Who else?”
“Megan, it was not at all like that.” Ben tries to reason with me. He runs his fingers through his dark hair, and adds, “I never wanted to hurt you. If I would have known that this would have happened between us, I would have never slept with Stephanie.”
“Oh, you never wanted to hurt me?” I let out a hard bitter laugh “You never thought about how much you were hurting me every time you slept with another one of your bimbos or whores. You never thought anything about me then.”
“Megan, enough. We’ll talk in the morning when you aren’t drunk,” Ben says with a hint of frustration to his voice. He reaches out to grab my arm and lead me back to my villa, but I pull away.
“It’s over Ben. I don’t want a friendship and I don’t want a relationship. I just want a clean break.”
Ben doesn’t break his eye contact with me when I push him away. I drop my gaze and kick off those damn Louboutin’s. I let out a huff and storm back to my villa alone and liberated.
Chapter 16
When I wake up the next morning, I lie in bed staring at the ceiling. I listen to the quiet murmur of people milling around the resort, and Michelle’s soft snores in the