Twisted Affair Vol. 4 by M. S. Parker Read Free Book Online

and crack my collarbone. I'd scored the girl's number and lost my virginity to her on our first date a month later, so it had seemed worth it at the time, despite the pain.
    What I'd felt then was nothing compared to what I was feeling now.
    I had to get Katka back. There was no question about it, no doubt as to what I wanted. What I needed. I couldn't lose her. And there was one person who could help me.
    I looked at the hallway that led to Livie's bedroom. This wasn't the way I'd imagined telling her. The confession should've been done with a declaration that I loved Katka and that we wanted to be together. A promise to fulfill our contract and then a rational discussion as to how this would work. There might've been some anger and some tears, but Livie's good heart would've won out in the end when she saw how much her sister and I loved each other.
    Now, it would be only me telling her, begging for her forgiveness and then for her help. I could only hope that she would believe that Katka and I were meant to be together despite Katka's recent words and would decide to help me win her back.
    I knew it didn't have to be that way though. There was a second option. One where I didn't tell Livie what had happened. Instead, I went to her with a broken heart over some unnamed woman and let her comfort me. Let things go where they would. I wasn't sure I believed what Katka had said about how Livie felt about me, but it could be possible. I could try, see if Livie would lower her defenses.
    But that wasn't what I wanted. She wasn't who I wanted. She was so closed-off that I didn't know if I could love her, even if I could get over Katka. Not that I wanted to get over her. No, I wanted to get my Kat back, and if that meant risking everything by telling Livie the truth, then that was what I would do.
    I walked down the hall, my thoughts a mass of chaos. I had no clue how I was going to tell her what had happened, much less all that had been going on to lead up to this point. A thousand different scenarios played out in my head. Just blurting it out, spilling all the secrets at once and then letting her ask questions or make accusations as needed. Starting off with a “so, you know how I thought I'd slept with you twice?” These scenarios lasted less than a few seconds each since I knew that none of them would work. I wouldn't know what I was going to say until I saw Livie's face.
    I knocked on the door and took a couple steadying breaths.
    Nothing.
    I knocked again and listened for the sound of her moving. Maybe she was asleep, though it was a little early for her to turn in.
    Still, a minute passed, then another, and there was nothing.
    Now I was getting concerned. She could be in the shower. Sometimes it was hard to hear with both doors closed. I supposed I could wait until she got out, but my gut was telling me that Livie wasn't in the shower. Something wasn't right.
    I knocked a third time. “Livie, I'm coming in.”
    I opened the door and stepped inside. The bathroom door was open and I couldn't hear water, so she wasn't in there. I frowned. Livie usually told me if she was going to be out so I'd know in case my father stopped by. I supposed there was a chance she'd forgotten, but that wasn't really like her. Livie didn't forget things.
    The frown turned into a scowl as I noticed what I hadn't before. Livie's things were gone. She didn't have a lot of them, but what she had brought with her was gone. I walked over to the closet, the ice in my stomach twisting into an even more painful knot. There was no way this was happening. It couldn't be. Not when Katka had just left for the sole purpose of keeping Livie and me together.
    I opened the closet and all the air was sucked out of the room.
    It was empty. No clothes. No suitcases.
    I staggered over to the bed and sank down on it. I buried my head in my hands. There had to be another explanation. She'd moved to another room. There was a third bedroom at the end of the hall. Maybe