The knock on the door startles Skyla and me. It is around seven in the evening and I know the guys are probably still out with creepo. I look through the peephole and see Chase. Oh no. I can't have him here and Skyla. I don't trust her just yet with a secret like this. She slept with Jasper she probably has fallen for his charm or whatever. I open the door slightly and just as I expected he burst through the door, not just him but the whole gang—carrying lots of pizza boxes.

"Did you guys not eat?" I ask taking a huge step back from Chase. He looks at me funny and I look over towards the living area. "I have company."

"Hi," Skyla walks into view. "I am Skyla Savage." She gives a short wave and smiles.

"Hello." Darren is the first to speak. "Darren Reed at your service."

"Nice to meet you, Darren."

"Umm Charles...can I talk to you and Chase in private." Everett clears his throat and my stomach drops. I don't know why but my heart is beating at a rapid pace. All I can think about is the whole Chase cheating on me thing. I want to get to the bottom of it but right now with Skyla here doesn't seem right.

"Umm...can it wait? I have company."

"No, I think you guys should talk. I can keep her company." Darren waves his hand in a shoo motion.

"Actually, which one of you is Tristan?" Skyla asks.

"That will be me." He winks. "What have you told her Charles, all good things I hope?"

"Actually, this is Skyla your boss." I elaborate before he makes an ass out of himself. Which isn't hard, but I want to make it clear to all the guys who she is.

"Boss?" he whistles. "I don't think I'll be able to work with you around."

"Dude, she isn't a piece of meat." Austin chimes in.

"How about we take these pizzas to the living room and eat. Also, get to know Ms. Savage." Miguel doesn't wait for anyone to answer and walks off. He must be starving.

Everett heads towards the back, where my bedroom is located. Chase and I follow behind him and my heart is beating so fast I think I'm about to pass out. Whatever they are about to tell me I know I am not going to like it. We get into the bedroom and I close the door behind me. Turning around and facing these two made my heart ache. They look like children who just lost a puppy or something.

"What's going on you two?" I manage to ask, despite the lump in my throat.

Chase exhales deeply and looks over to Everett, who just did the same exact thing. I'm literally shaking at this point. My palms are getting sweaty and my heart is damn nearing beating a hundred miles a second.

"Guys?"

"Charles, I don't want you to think I don't care for you or have little to no respect for you because I do." Everett stutters. "I was upset and that's no excuse for what was going through my head." He runs his hand down his face.

"What Everett is trying to say is that..." Chase can't even get his words out.

"Did you cheat on me and Everett is covering for you?" that's the only thing that comes to mind. "Are all the guys covering for you?"

"Cupcake I would never cheat on you, but I lied."

"About?" I fidget with the hem of my shirt, trying to relax my nerves.

"About—please don't run away or tell me you don't lov—"

"Just spit it out, Chase!" I inhale and exhale. Nothing is helping to calm my nerves right now.

"I caught him sleeping with Juju." Everett rushes out and my heart feels like its shattering.

"You what?" my voice cracks.

"I didn't have sex with her. I don't know how I ended up in bed with her in the first place. I swear cupcake—"

"You lied to me both of you! I asked you Everett...I—I asked you and said nothing. You—you couldn't..."

"Please don't cry cupcake."

"You don't tell me what to do." My lip trembles. "You are supposed to be my husband one day and you do –do this? Do you like to see me cry...do you all like to see me cry?"

"Charles," Everett pauses and I can't believe there is still more. "I came up here with the intentions to sleep with you. To get back at Chase for—"

I slapped him hard and didn't miss a beat slapping Chase too. I promised myself on the plane ride to New York, that I wouldn't keep running away from my problems and I would stand my ground, but this right here is so hard. I trusted them, I trusted them. I would have and I am doing anything in my power to help them out...

"I'm sorry Charles when I got here and I saw you I knew you didn't deserve this. You didn't deserve to be put in the middle of my anger towards Chase. I fucked up and I know it—"

"You two are the worse—just like Raven. Just get out."

"Cupcake...I didn't sleep with her I swear. We were fully clothed when I woke up. I wouldn't do that to you...I love you." his voice cracks and so does my heart.

"Then why lie on the phone with me? I know what I heard and you still lied to me when I brought it up. You tell me you fell asleep to some fucking chick flick. I know I heard a female say your name and you still lied to me." My vision is getting blurry by the second "And out of all people Juju, the girl can barely keep her legs close to a guy. And Everett how could you? You destroy our friendship over Juju as well. I can't believe you two." They both reach out to me and I quickly step back, wiping away my tears. "Please just leave." I walk to the other side of the room. I feel his arms wrap around my waist.

"Cupcake,"

"Don't touch me! Just get out Chase!" I scream.

Next thing you know my bedroom is now filled with all of them. I don't want to look at any of them; I don't want them to see me cry. I wasn't a crybaby; I wasn't this weak anymore and now look at me. I should have stuck to my rule of no guys. I wouldn't be in any of this. I wouldn't have my heart torn to pieces over and over again. It's like they want to hurt me.

"What the hell is going on?" Austin looks at me and then Chase. "You guys told her?"

Oh God, I think I am going to vomit. "You all knew?" I look at them and their faces say it all. I don't fight back any tears any longer. "You all knew and no one thought to tell me."

"Charles it wasn't that easy," Vincent speaks up.

"Well, this isn't going to be easy either." I keep wiping my eyes. "I don't want to speak to any of you—for a while at least. Just leave me alone...please."

"Charles, I can say this for everyone when I say we are very sorry," Tristan says.

"No...I don't want your sorrows just leave!"

My voice is louder and stronger this time and they get it. There is nothing they can say that will make me want to sit and look at their faces knowing what they hid from me. I love all of them dearly, but this is going to take some time. They say their goodnights and leave my room and the only person left standing there is Skyla, with the look of pity or sympathy on her face. No need to hide it now. If she was here to spy on me then she got all the information she needs to go back to Jasper, Ember or whoever sent it.

"You can leave too." I whimper, lips still trembling.

"Sweetie," she walks towards me pulling me into a hug. "I don't need to know." She pats my back as I cry on her shoulder. "I've been in your shoes before."

"Why are you being so nice to me? Are you here to spy on me? Did they send you?" I step out her arms." Breathing heavy. "Just tell me the truth."

"Spy on you? Sweetie, I am twenty-eight years old. Single and have a two-year-old sister now in my custody—I don't have time to be childish. I genuinely wanted to know you and of course Tristan, but I am not here to spy on you. Are you in trouble?" she looks at me with concern now.

"I'm fine...thanks for tonight. I rather be alone and I'll see you on Monday."

"Charlotte..."

"I'll be fine...thank you for caring, but I really need to be alone," I say wiping my face.

"Okay," She looks around the room grabbing the pen and paper of the nightstand. "Here is my number and you call me if anything okay?"

I nod my head, walking to the front of the penthouse with her. She gathers her things and hugs me tightly. "Whatever you are going through, you will overcome it. You are such a strong woman from what I can see and very much loved by those seven guys. I've never seen men run so fast before until you screamed. You don't have to forgive them right away but don't do or say anything while you're mad. Trust me you can destroy a lot of relationships that way and the words you say can never be taken back. I'll see you Monday. Remember call me if you need me."

Once I close the door, I feel empty and alone. My vision gets blurry again as I make my way to the bedroom. Turning off the light I crawl into bed and for the first time, I cry myself to sleep. Wishing for better days to come and the heartache to fade away.