Wicked princess

Chapter 17

“Morgan,” I all but squeak as she starts unbuttoning my shirt. 

It’s clear the old me had no problem using her, but this Bianca?

She’s not really feeling this.

She also doesn’t want to hurt her feelings. 

“You’re amazing,” I tell her, gently pushing her away. “But I…everything is just so…” I gesture between us. “I can’t do this.” 

Her face falls. “Oh.” 

“It’s not you,” I quickly say. “It’s me. Ever since the accident, I haven’t really been myself.”

Ain’t that the truth. 

“Right,” Morgan says. “I didn’t mean to…I was just so excited to see you.” She picks up my crutches and hands them to me. “How are you?”

That is a loaded question. 

“I, uh…I’m having a tough time,” I tell her honestly. 

“Yeah, I can imagine.” She exhales sharply. “I can’t believe Hayley’s dead.” 

Guilt prickles my chest because she’s been the last person on my mind. 

Even though we were friends. 

Heck, more than friends, if the rumors are true. 

“Yeah,” I say softly. “I know.” 

Morgan’s features twist, like she’s contemplating something. “Bianca?”

“Yeah?”

She wrings her hands. “I just don’t understand why you were with Hayley that night when I told you what she was doing—”

“There you are,” Sawyer says. “I’ve been looking all over for you.” 

I turn my attention back to Morgan because I have to know. “What do you mean? What was Hayley doing?”

“Bianca,” Sawyer snaps, her gaze ping-ponging between us. “Cole and Jace are blowing up my phone wondering where you are. I need to get you back home before they go postal.” 

No surprise there. 

I look at Morgan. “I have to go, but can I give you a call later so we can talk more about this?”

Given she knows what happened the night of the accident, I have a bunch of questions for her. 

Morgan nods. “Yeah…sure.” 

After programming her number into my new phone, I hobble out the door. “Ready when you are.” 

We’re halfway out of the restaurant when Sawyer mutters a curse. “I forgot my purse. I’ll be right back.” 

I’m about to offer to go with her, but I spot Stone wiping down the counters. 

Suffice it to say, I know exactly what happened at the marina now. 

As if sensing my stare, he looks up. 

Warm eyes move over me like lava, sending a rush of heat through me. 

The old Bianca might not have been into Stone…but the new Bianca very much is. 

Too bad having feelings for him betrays the people I care about most. 

“So, I told Morgan if she wanted a spot on the team, she had to go down on me. What I didn’t know was that Stone was lurking and recording the whole thing. I had no choice but to give him a blowjob in order to confiscate his phone and destroy the recording.” I hold up my hands. “Well, not me. The old Bianca.” 

The one who ruins everything. 

Dr. Wilson—or Walter as I usually call him, blinks. “I see.” 

He promptly jots something down in his notepad. 

I blow out a breath. “Anyway, Morgan said something about not understanding why I was with Hayley the night of the crash. I wanted to get clarification, but Sawyer walked in and said my brothers were looking for me.” Sighing, I add, “I was supposed to call Morgan later and find out what happened, but she never picked up.”

And she’s been ignoring me ever since. 

A thick, heavy feeling pushes through my chest. “I’m starting to think it might not be such a bad thing, though.” 

Walter looks up from his notebook. “Why is that?”

I tell him the truth. “Because the old Bianca caused nothing but problems. Maybe it’s best I try and move on with my life…well, the one I have now.”

Maybe the accident was the universe’s way of giving me a second chance.