Oh. Shit.
“Thank you,” I murmured, my face likely matching the blood that was probably staining my skin.
Then, I took my bloody towel, my phone, and hightailed it straight out of Target before I could do anything else stupid.
I also pretended that he didn’t see me hit the door on the way out.
Because then I might’ve just crawled into a hole and died.
• • •
“This isn’t the first time I’ve ever heard of someone getting a black eye from something pertaining to Ezra McDuff’s dick,” Camryn supplied.
I flipped her off.
“Go fuck yourself,” I grumbled. “Is it really that bad?”
She winced. “It’s not…good.”
With my pale complexion, paired with my inky black hair…I didn’t doubt that it was more than obvious that I not only had one shiner, but two.
From a box of condoms.
How does that even happen?
But I shouldn’t be surprised. Bad things happened to Raleigh Jolie Crusie. Always had. Always would.
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