Catherine's POV
My heart was still pounding like I'd run a marathon, and my palms wouldn't stop sweating. I pushed the door open and walked out of that room before I could change my mind.
Julian's words were still ringing in my head like a curse. "You're too easy."
Those words hit harder the more I replayed them. I wasn't even sure if I was mad at him or at myself. I mean, what the hell was that supposed to mean? Easy? Was he kidding me?
By the time I returned to the game, that bastard was already back among the crowd, leaning casually against the wall, a drink in hand, smiling at something one of the girls said as if nothing had happened.
The thought of him walking out on me, just to come out and laugh with other girls made me boil. I swallowed hard, grabbing the nearest drink off the table. God, what's wrong with me?
