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“He won’t.” And even if he does, telling Elliot probably wouldn’t be the best idea. Grant deserved every bit of the pain inflicted upon him, but I don’t want Elliot involved. “He just caught me off guard.” Again.

“That night in the guesthouse, what happened?”

“No. I didn’t sleep with him.”

“I believe you, but something happened, and I want to know what. Did he hurt you?”

Shaking my head, I turn to grab my bag. This isn’t a conversation I want to have with Elliot of all people.

“Victoria, tell me.”

My back is to him, but I know exactly when he steps behind me. Still trying to calm his exasperated breathing, heat radiates from his pores.

“He followed me into the guesthouse. I didn’t know he was in there until I woke up with his hands on me. I got pissed, told him to leave, and I did the same.” Purposely, I leave out what happened before I woke up. There’s a good chance Grant will retaliate and send the photo out, but there’s a possibility he will fear the consequences since he just got his ass kicked again. Doubtful, but I can hope. And I do because I just want to forget all about it.

“I—”

“No. Don’t. I just want to forget … everything that happened that night.”

His face pains when I exaggerate the word everything because that includes him. Grabbing my bag, I walk out of the locker room. He trails a step behind in unnerving silence, following me to my car. I slide into the driver’s seat, shutting the door without a word as he walks away. He jerks the door of his NSX open before dropping inside and slamming it closed. Forcing my eyes off of him, I drive away, steering to the place I shouldn’t go because of him, but wanting to be there even more now because unlike Elliot Bass, Olivia makes me believe there is some hope left in the world.