"You were with the purple-haired girl last night. I'm not the type of girl who does this." Riley frowned up at me.

What was she talking about and why was she so upset about it? I spent all night in bed with her.

I let go of Riley's hands and sat back up off her body. This girl was driving me completely stark raving mad. She literally spent the last few seconds grinding up against my dick. If Mark wasn't such a leech, I would have been able to get my hands on a condom and already be buried deep inside her.

Riley had no right to play the morals card with me this morning.

She wasn't exactly miss innocent last night either. In fact, we were both about even at this point if we were keeping score.

"I wasn't with her last night. I stayed with you. She wanted me, but I wasn't into it and passed her to Mark. She didn't seem to notice. Besides, who are you to judge me when you were about to have sex on the kitchen table with that guy." I spat back down at her.

"Wait, table with who?" She asked like she had no idea what I was talking about. 

It had never even crossed my mind this morning that she was so shit-faced drunk last night that she had no idea how close she came to ending up on some amateur porn site.

I knew she was smashed and probably wouldn't remember everything that happened in my room. I just didn't realize she was already beyond that point by the time I got to her in the kitchen. I thought she would retain something.

Fortunately for her, I was in no mood to hold anything back from her. I was furious she pushed me away and she was about to find out how carelessly idiotic she was last night out of spite.

"I don't know who he was. Some guy came from the kitchen and told me I should go watch. He said there was a guy who was about to fuck a hot blond in the kitchen. He said he was going to go grab his phone so he could take a video. I told the guy to go to hell and I would bash his face in if he went back in the kitchen. I called over to Aiden in case I needed backup. I didn't know it was you when I went in. When I came in, you were in your bra and underwear, laying on the table, barely conscious. I fucking lost it. Aiden had to pull me off the guy so I wouldn't kill him. You were so out of it. I carried you up the stairs and you know the rest."

My whole body was tightening up as I stared down at her as she processed what I just said. Did she not understand what she did last night was complete and utterly reckless? She could have gotten seriously hurt. What if he took her someplace where I didn't find her? What if instead of the kitchen out in the open, he cornered her in the basement? What if his friends tried to join in?

I clenched my fists as I saw that pink-haired guy's hands all over her body again. He was pinching and squeezing her until her skin turned pink and bruised. I heard her whimpering my name as he ran his mouth against her skin.

In my head, I could hear her small voice calling for me. Over and over and over again, it echoed through every cell in my body until it became one endless, distorted note.

"I'm so sorry." Riley's face was splotchy and drenched with tears as she apologized to me.

But it wasn't enough. Crying didn't change what happened. It didn't go back and rewrite the story.

It wouldn't stop her voice from calling to me. It didn't silence my head.

"You should have fucking found me when you got here so I could keep an eye on you," I shouted at her.

"Ezra, can you spare me the Riley needs a babysitter lecture?" She sniffled.

My fingernails were digging into my palms. I needed to hit something. I wanted to grab Riley's arms and shake her while screaming in her face. Riley needed to grow up. She had to learn that all her actions had consequences. She couldn't go around and do whatever she wanted. Guys like the pink-haired guy lurked around every corner. The world was a terrible place where people hurt girls like her all the time.

Riley needed to learn her limits.

"The one time someone is not watching you, you end up half-naked with some guy between your legs!" I stood up over her, yelling much louder than was necessary.

My hands began moving towards her on their own like someone else was controlling them. My heart was thumping in my chest. Every muscle in my body began to tighten.

Apparently, I needed to learn my limits too. I was about to unleash all my pent-up frustration and anger on her.

I was so beyond needing to find a release at this point. I couldn't see straight. I didn't know what I was doing or why.

No other girl had ever made me feel this way and if they did, I would have just kicked them out and told them to go fuck themselves.

Not her.

I wanted her to listen to every single word that I wanted to say to her. Riley Davis was not going to leave this room until she felt the exact same way I felt last night when I saw her on the table. 

I ground my teeth and narrowed my eyes down as I loomed over top of her.

A flame burned in Riley's eyes, making them flicker with contempt as she puffed up in front of me, preparing for battle. She bit that damn juicy pink lip and took a deep breath in as she scowled at me.

She was ready to take me on, which irritated the shit out of me and excited me at the same time.

Right as Riley opened her mouth to say something, there was a frantic pounding on my bedroom door.

"Shit." I cursed.

I was not even close to done with the conversation and from the way her body was positioned, neither was she.

I had no idea who was on the other side of that door.  I saw JD leave, but it didn't mean he didn't come back home after dropping Anna off or because he forgot something.  The argument between Riley and me was getting pretty heated and loud.  The walls in this house were pretty thin and didn't allow for much privacy. I had heard my fair share of things I wasn't supposed to hear over the few months I had lived here because of it.

I had to act fast. No one could see her in my bed like this.

I sprinted across the room to grab Riley some pants. If she was fully clothed, then I could just try to play it off like nothing had happened.  I kept imagining the worst-case scenario. I would open the door and everyone would be standing on the other side, ready to throw punches to protect her.

I was fucked.

I threw Riley the pants and she began scrambling to pull them up over her legs. The first thing I found for myself was a white shirt on top of the pile in the drawer. I slipped it on over my head faster than should have been possible. 

I walked over to the door and looked back to make sure Riley was decent before turning the lock to open it.  She gave me an almost imperceptible little nod to let me know she was ready.

At least one of us was.