Trace of Innocence (No Control Book 3)

Chapter 61

(No Control - 61. Na Na Na)

"What?" she asks, wrinkling her nose.

I'm too pissed off to think it's cute.

"I said, 'Who's Adam Plan B?'" I repeat, trying really hard to keep calm.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she says bluntly. "What do you mean?"

"You've just had a text," I say, and it comes out in a monotone. "From Adam Plan B. Something about a date?"

I can't remember the exact wording. But some fucking guy who she supposedly didn't sleep with should NOT be talking to my girlfriend about dates, under any circumstances.

"What?!" she says, in dismay. She isn't looking at me - she's staring at her phone in my hand. "What are... " She trails off.

"Ohhhh...," she says, softly, and my heart thumps sickeningly.

She slept with him, didn't she? I don't know if I can listen to this.

I stare down at her and she looks up at me.

Fuck, she's so beautiful.

"Oh God - Harry - this really isn't... this is Callie's doing, honestly...," she begins, stuttering and stammering. "I don't even know this guy... I've never... oh God."

Oh God. I can't find any words to say. I just want to beg her to tell me she didn't sleep with him.

Wait, she doesn't know him?

"OK, the night I drunk dialled you and you hung up on me - the same night I left my phone in the bar - Callie wanted to set me up with one of her boyfriend's mates...."

I knew it. I fucking knew it. I grit my teeth.

"Yes I know. Grimmy said," I interrupt, my voice hard and unforgiving.

I swear to God I won't forgive her for lying to me.

"Yes, so you know that his mate's name was Adam," she says softly, looking deeply into my eyes.

My stomach flutters.

"Well this Adam wasn't there with us that night so Callie put his number in my phone because... because she thought I needed a Plan B in case things didn't work out with us. Me and you."

She hangs her head and sighs.

"I know how callous that sounds," she says apologetically, "but I never had any intention of doing anything with it. It was just easier to humour Callie than to try and argue. I think she was fed up of me moping around over you and wanted me to move on. She knows how I feel about you but she's practical - a realist. She doesn't let her heart rule her head, and she expects everyone else to be the same."

She sounds like she's telling the truth. I want to believe her, but what if she's lying to me?

She touches my arm but I yank it away.

"Harry, come on," she says, looking worried. "Do you honestly think after all this I would be interested in some guy I've never even met, over you? After everything I told you last night?"

I don't fucking know.

"Why is this guy texting you then?" I ask, quickly.

"I honestly don't know!" she says, desperately, and I think I can see the beginnings of tears in her eyes. "He's never texted me before. I can only assume Callie told him to get in touch after the fiasco at the Big Weekend yesterday. But I don't know, I haven't spoken to her properly since I left Norwich. What did the text even say?"