His Undoing by Aria Grace Read Free Book Online

hear what he had to say so I could move on. I was appalled with myself for almost forgetting that I could have any number of diseases and I was about to have sex with Maggie. I wasn’t usually so irresponsible.
    “We have the preliminary results back and although not all of the testing has been completed yet, we’ve found no evidence of any sexual trauma. If the assailant had planned to do something sexual, he was either interrupted or changed his mind and left before it happened. You should consider yourself lucky.”
    “Oh, thank God! I appreciate your call. Thank you!” I looked up at Brett and saw a wide grin spread across his face.
    “Good news?”
    “That was the police. Their initial reports show,” I looked around at the tables closest to make sure no one was overly interested in our conversation, “nothing sexual happened. They didn’t do...what I thought they did. Can you believe that? I thought I had some horrible disease and apparently they chickened out. Thank God.”
    Brett reached across the table and placed his hand over mine. “I knew it was going to be okay. I’m so glad.” He squeezed my hand once and then released it. I had the most absurd urge to lean over our plates of food and kiss him. I’d never had an urge to kiss anyone, not even Maggie, as much. It was all very fucked up.
    I was relieved that I didn’t have to worry about what happened while I was passed out but I still had a ton on my mind. We finished eating with only a few words shared. Both of us lost in our thoughts. We parted ways after breakfast and I practically floated to my first class.
    The day went by in a blur. I was happy and confused and frustrated and eager all at the same time. I had made a decision about Maggie and, based on how the night went, I would make a decision about Brett. Of course, that was assuming that there was something for me to decide on about Brett.
    I still wasn’t convinced that he fully remembered our talk from the night before. He was pretty wasted and may have chalked it all up to a weird dream.
    Maggie sent me a text and told me to come by around eight. I waited until closer to ten so I could get to the main event as soon as possible. I didn’t want to have to make small talk with her friends for a few hours, or worse, field questions about my injuries to anyone who wasn’t in my building and hadn’t heard the story yet. 
    By the time I left for the party, I hadn’t seen Brett at all. We usually ran into each other in the afternoon between classes or before dinner but he hadn’t been back to the room. I assumed that he was with friends and hoped to talk to him on Saturday. Maybe even get him to clarify what he agreed to ‘do again’ once we both had some time to think about it.
    In the light of day, not in post-orgasmic bliss, it was harder to believe that the conversation really took place at all.
    Walking into Maggie’s house, I found her in a corner with a group of friends. She was sitting on a loveseat and waved me over to take her spot while she repos itioned herself in my lap.
    Maggie and I sat on one side and her friend, Sara, was on the other, I was surrounded in high-pitched giggling and squeals.
    It’s funny that I’d never noticed how annoying drunk women could be until I was buried under a few.  I tried to keep up with the conversation but my mind was drifting back to the night before.
    Maggie had been drinking for hours so she was very generous with the PDAs. Her arm was snaked around mine and she kissed me like her life depended on it. She ran her fingers through my hair roughly and I knew she was ready to go upstairs.
    As if reading my mind, she untangled herself from me just after midnight and announced that we were heading up. I felt a little awkward by her declaration to the world, or at least the twenty or so people in that room, but in the back of my mind I was a little proud. I always thought that guys were the ones that liked to kiss and tell but Maggie was