Shannon’s POV“Ricky hasn’t been in here to see you, has he?” Isabel wore a frown on her face. “How insensitive can one person be? Did he come in with his brothers, and that—-“Isabel stopped abruptly as she stared into my face, making me feel self-conscious. “Is there a problem, Isabel?” I began, averting my eyes away from her intense gaze. “Ricky was here last night.”It wasn’t a question, it was a statement of fact. There was no quake or tremor in her voice, she was certain of what she said.I couldn’t believe my ears. Had he said something during breakfast? I wouldn’t put it past him, he was so full of himself.“How—How did you…?” I spluttered, struggling to get words out. “Your neck, Miss,” Isabel replied, struggling to maintain a straight face.”It’s just one so I know just one of them was in here and I guess it’s Ricky.”I bolted out of bed rushing towards the mirror to examine my neck and there it was, a hickey at the base of my neck. He left a fucking hickey, that bastard.
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