Selene's POV
I sat on the cold tile floor of the guest bathroom, knees drawn to my chest the scrapes on my knees had crusted over but every time I shifted they pulled and stung.
The pain was subtle yet persistent, it was like period pain but a bit sharper. Every few minutes a fresh wave rolled through me and I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out.
I couldn't tell Carlos.
Not after what he called me in the car.
To him "I was a cheap whore who eats babies for breakfast and then cries about it".
The words kept replaying louder than the paparazzi flashes and even my own heartbeat.
My phone was clutched in my right hand. The screen glowed in the dark and all of a sudden an idea came to mind. If there was one who was ready to drop everything to go against Carlos,it was Alejandro.
I had never intended to go with the idea but right now, Carlos was downstairs probably still dealing with security, reporters, lawyers, and damage control.
