The club was so quiet, but it was the early part of the morning and so no one was really paying any attention to her. Without looking back, because she really didn’t want to have to deal with that confrontation, she walked down the stairs, leading toward the main clubhouse. Each step she took only served to increase her pain more. Tears filled her eyes, and she still felt sick.

Why had Milly done that to her? She’d never hurt the other woman.

She didn’t understand it and certainly didn’t want to even think about it. This was all so wrong. It was too much.

She had just lost her virginity today, and she’d been saving it. She thought about Bishop and knew she hadn’t been saving it for him, because … he didn’t cherish it. Who had she been saving it for? This was supposed to be her decision, and she hated that it had been taken out of her hands.

With tears running down her face, she burst out of the main clubhouse, not caring who saw her. Just as she got outside, she came to a stop when she saw the very woman who’d done this to her.

Milly was smoking a cigarette and looking really smug about it as well. “Well, well, well, don’t you look all sexy and non-virginal.”

“You drugged me.”

“That I did.” Milly threw her cigarette to the ground.

“Why? I’ve done nothing to you.”

“People look at you, the men look at you as if you’re some kind of saint, and we both know that’s not the case. Not even close. You’re nothing. You’re a piece of shit. You’ve got a cunt, an ass, a mouth, and you’re exactly like me, and I’m tired of being treated like crap because people think they’re better than me. You’re not, and what better way than to have Preacher have a taste of a little cherry pie.”

“You’re sick.”

“Oh, am I? I dare you to go in there and tell your dad you slept with Preacher.”

“You drugged me.”

“I know, but the glorious thing about what I gave you, there’s no trace of it. It would be your word against mine, and we all saw you dancing sexily last night to gain his attention.”

“He wasn’t even there.” She shouldn’t believe this woman. But what if what she was saying was right? What if they believed Milly and not her? She didn’t know how she could go about this. It was all too much. She knew her mother would love any excuse for her father to hate her, or to doubt her.

Could this be it?

She didn’t want to even think about it.

“Really? How can you be so sure? If you want to test me, do so. I don’t give a fuck. I can handle whatever is thrown at me. The real question, Robin, is can you?”

“I hate you,” she said. She had never said anything like that to anyone before in her life, and saying those words now, they made her feel sick.