Savage Mates

Chapter Fifty Five Cleaning up

Light filled the room and I noticed that there was a huge shower. The entire room was tiled in pale white marble with gray swirts splashed throughout. I walked into the room, looking at the dark green glass bottles that were lined up in the shower.

The tile was cold beneath my feet but after being in heels most of the night; it felt good against my sore feet. I walked over to the shower, running my fingertips over the green bottles. They looked expensive and I wondered if this was the type of thing that Jason was used to? If it's what they were all used to?

I picked up one of the bottles, uncapping it and breathing in the warm spicy chai scent. It reminded me of how Jason smelled. Closing it, I sat it back onto the ledge before looking around the bathroom some

more.

There was a bathtub on the other side of the shower. It was big and looked like it would easily fit two people inside of it. The chrome fixtures gleamed in the light and a window was above it. The moon hanging high in the sky, I bet it looked beautiful during the day with the sun streaming through the great window, bathing the cold tile in its warmth.

I could hear the low murmur of Jason and Travis talking and I couldn't help but wonder what they were talking about. A lot had happened tonight and from what I had gathered, they were close friends. Both of them probably had a lot that they needed to discuss, I knew that tomorrow I was going to have so much that I was going to share with Charity

I did even know where I would start. If it should be with the two men that I had let share me or with Jason and how he had tied up my hands before we fucked.

Or maybe it should be with the whole mate/werewolf thing?

I knew that was going to blow her mind. Charity was more logical than I was. I couldn't see her believing this any better than I was.

Shaking my head, I walked over to a set of shelves that had gray, fluffy towels stacked up on them. Grabbing one, I took it over to the shower and hung sat it on the ledge beside the green bottles of shampoo and body wash.

I stripped my sweats off, letting them fall to the floor before pulling my shirt off and dropping it to join them. Reaching out, 1 adjusted the taps, waiting for the water to heat up. When steam started to rise from the water, I stepped into the shower.

The water beat against my skin, making me let out a low moan as it soothed my aches and muscles that were sore from overuse. I brought my head under the spray, wetting my hair down. Picking up one of the green bottles, I lifted it up and read the label before dumping some of the shampoo into my hand.

I lathered my hair, working the suds against my scalp before rinsing my hair clean. I made quick work of washing my body. When! was done, I stood under the water, letting it beat at my shoulders and upper back.

Thinking about everything that had happened. Jake had cheated on me.

It hurt. I knew that he and I weren't in love, that we weren't the one for each other. But we had still been together. This had me questioning everything that had happened between the two of us. Had he cheated on me before?

Was this normal for him? We had been together for a while. Had he cheated on me the whole time? Tears prickled at my eyes and I turned around, letting the water splash on my face as the tears fell. I knew that I shouldn't be crying. It wasn't love and it was just my pride that was hurting. I had never had someone cheat on me before. The thought that he would do that to me had never crossed my mind. Jake had been someone that I trusted. I had shared myself with him. Granted, there were parts of me that I held back just like I'm sure there was for him, too. It didn't make it any

easier.

1 scrubbed my hands over my face, trying not to sob. I didn't want to break down here, not with Jason and Ryan in the other room, where they could hear me crying. Tomorrow, after brunch, I would go home and let it all out. Let myself feel everything that I needed to feel so that I could mourn my relationship with Jake.

"Let it go, Tillie. Just let it go. It was never meant to last. It's better this way." I said to myself, my words hitching in my throat.

Tuming off the water, I brought my hands up to my hair, trying to wring out as much water as I could before I grabbed the towel off the ledge. I dried off, stepping out of the shower. Watching the steam swirl through the room, I wrapped the towel around my body. Knotting it above my breasts.

I picked up my clothing from the floor, taking it over to the white plastic hamper that sat on the other side of the shower, Opening the lid, I tossed them in, hoping that it would bother Jason and Travis. They were his clothes, but I didn't want to wear them again. I wanted my own clothing.

If we did this again, I was going to bring an overnight bag.

Walking over to the counter, I looked at myself in the mirror that hung over the sink. I tilted my head to the side, looking at the bite marks that littered my throat. A strange feeling of happiness welled up in the pi of my stomach.

Seeing those marks felt strangely right. Like I was always supposed to have them on me. I brought my hand up, touching the tender fiesh around the wounds