Chapter 18

Liv's POV What the fuck just happened? As I hurried out of the house, my sneakers made no sound, so I could hear the beating of my heart against my chest. The events of the evening clawed at my mind like jagged nails, and I just needed to escape, to breathe. But my escape was momentarily halted when I stumbled into Aaron sprawled out on the living room couch, a bottle of wine tilted precariously in his limp grip. His disheveled state was almost laughable if it wasn’t so pathetic. I stopped, my eyes narrowing at the sight of him. “If you really cared, you should have thought about it before stuffing your dick into Vivi,” I snapped, venom dripping from each word. The disdain in my tone was sharper than I intended, but I didn’t regret it. Aaron stirred, his head lolling to the side as he squinted at me, clearly struggling to focus. “Liv?” he slurred, his voice thick with alcohol. “Don’t,” I said sharply, rolling my eyes. His attempts to sit upright were clumsy, and I turned away, ignoring