“No,” I finally answer.
A few hours later,I check my phone while walking into my bedroom for the first time since Sophia caught me gawking at Connie.
Speak of the devil …
She texted me about half an hour ago.
We’ve been circling each other since the cast party, as if we’re both trying to see who’s going to fold first. Connie loves to play innocent, and it’s been four days of car rides where the tension is so thick I can barely think. Everything out of her mouth sounds like an innuendo, and I just know she’s doing it on purpose.
I swear she’s getting off on the theatrics of it all.
I’d be a fucking liar if I said I wasn’t also.
I click on the notification, and my phone opens on our conversation thread. I nearly choke on my tongue when my eyes land on the picture she sent.
It’s a fucking nude.
A mirror selfie. She’s naked sitting on her knees, back straight, her ass resting on top of her pointed feet. Her back is facing the camera but she’s twisted her torso just enough to take the picture so I can see the tantalizing curve of the side of her tit. I don’t know what to do so I throw my phone for the second time tonight, on my bed this time. My mind is reeling, and my cock is instantly hard, but I try to ignore it, pacing in short circles.
There’s no way.
Ain’t no fucking way.
I dive for my phone and look at the picture again. It takes me another thirty seconds to peel my eyes away from Connie’s nude to realize she sent a text right after.
Omg! That was not meant for you!! I’m so embarrassed.
It’s followed by a string of emojis that I can barely decipher except for the monkey covering its face. My stomach sinks reading her text.
She sent this by mistake?It was meant for someone else?
Jealousy curls tight around my throat. For that fuckingDJ?
My grip tightens around the screen and I’m about to throw my phone again—this time against the wall—when it suddenly dawns on me.
She’s fucking with me.
I let my head drop and groan out loud. But I can’t help but grin maniacally. She must be getting desperate to do something like this. My mind races thinking of ways to retaliate.
Send a dick pic? Or a video of me jacking off?
I settle on the bed, sitting up against the wall as I deliberate.I palm my hardened cock through my sweats, mindlessly groping myself as I stare at Connie’s naked body.
“Fucking tease,” I groan under my breath, memorizing the curve of her ass as I pull my cock out.
I realize then what to do in retaliation. My laugh is dark and twisted. It’s followed by a low hiss when my hand wraps around my hard shaft.
The best revenge is to ignore her. Connie thrives on attention.
The thought has me dropping my head against the wall, a quiet moan leaving my lips. I can stare at her picture all I want. I know she wants me to. Fuck myself dry staring at her perfect heart-shaped ass. I can do all of those things and more—she just doesn’t need to know.
She can’t win this round.
Not when I know I’ve already lost the game.
23
CONNIE
