Sweet Venom: Chapter 20
Sweet Venom: A Why Choose Romance
âAre we going to talk about what happened at the party, or are you planning on staring at the ceiling all night?â
I turn my head from where I lay on the couch to find Sayward standing in the kitchenette of the shithole apartment we are renting. We drove home in silence, but thatâs not anything new. Say has always been an introvert, and because she gives me so few words, I always listen, no matter if Iâm in the mood or not, like right now when my mind is anywhere but here.
âWhat do you want to talk about?â
âAre you serious, Tate? Clearly, the job has changed.â
I move to sit up and give her my full attention before asking, âWhy would you say that?â
âTate, I saw you.â
âWhat do you mean, you saw me? Of course, you saw me. We went to the damn party together.â
She sets her water bottle down before leaning onto the counter and pinning me with an angry glare. âI saw you with Vivian and Ellis.â
I hold her eyes briefly before dropping my head and running my hands through my hair, surprised by her confession and somewhat embarrassed, given the scope of why weâre here to begin with.
Tonight, Vi shocked the hell out of me. I was already hooked, but once she confessed sheâd missed me for the two days weâd been apart after I divulged my ugly secrets, I was a goner. Then add in the moments that followed, with her on her knees and that pretty mouth wrapped around my cock. Heaven. I shouldnât have been so careless. I should have considered that Say would look for me when she couldnât find me.
When long moments pass without me saying anything, she says, âIâm done, Tate. I wonât continue watching you whore yourself out to protect me or my honor. Iâm not a little kid anymore. I can take care of myself. Weâve been through enough, and I donât deserve your sacrifice.â
âIs that what you think happened behind closed doors at the Sweetsâ?â
Weâve never talked about our time there. What would be the point? It wouldnât change anything. Whatâs done is done, and I had no plans of piling onto her trauma. I donât resent her for my sacrifice. It was my choice to make.
âIâm not stupid, Tate. I heard the moans and the screams.â
I canât help but tense up with anger when I hear her words. I keep my voice neutral when I say, âItâs not what you think, Say. Just leave it alone.â
Iâm not mad at her, but whatever she made up in her head is better than what was really going on. I think Iâd rather her believe me to be a man whore than hear the true horrors of what I endured behind those doors.
âNo, Tate. Weâve left things alone long enough, and Iâm tired of being the reason for everyone elseâs loss. Iâm the reason mom and dad are dead, and Iâm not going to sit back and continue to watch you fight battles in an attempt to defend my honor when I donât deserve it.â
I shoot up off the couch. I wasnât mad before, but I am now. How could she think any of this was her fault? âWhat the hell are you talking about, Say? You didnât kill mom and dad. Thatâs why we are here, going after Lykos.â
âMaybe not, but I did set things in motion. I think itâs time we talk.â