Chapter 22 - The Christmas Ball part 3

I cursed the size of my dress. It was too big to move around the cramped reception room floor, and I couldn’t run to catch Kat, who was drunkenly swaying her body between the ocean of dancers.

She thought running away from me was funny, and her drunken giggle echoing in the crowd was testimony.

Tears stung my eyes since I walked away from Nate, and my inability to catch my roommate in this nightmare of an evening had me throw an imaginary white flag on the ground.

I surrendered.

Dominic had sold himself to some rich woman for a day. Nate thought I was no different than all the other women Dominic had dated, and I thought my perfectly secured and solid walls were crashing down all over me.

I had lost control.

After five minutes of grunting and swearing, I finally put a hand on Kat and pulled her close to me. “I’m sorry, Kat, but the fun’s over for us. We’re leaving before you puke your guts out.” And before I start to cry.

“But I don’t want to,” she wailed and let her whole body become