I lift my shirt for her higher, exposing the bruises discoloring my ribs. Then, I point to the burn mark on my neck. “I got roughed up. Maybe we should wait a few days until they heal?”
“Yikes,” she says, wincing.
I catch a soft gasp.
Charlotte.
She steps closer, delicate fingers reaching out to graze the bruises on my side. “Oh my gosh, Grayson,” she whispers, horror and worry on her face.
For half a second,I want this. I want to let her touch my body. Let her study the price I paid for her. See if someone actually gives a fuck about me.
But then, flashes of Bobby’s rat smile creep back. His hands on her bare thigh, moving higher. Her terror.
I yank my shirt down, blocking her touch, and turn my back to her. She’s a liability. Not some fantasy.
And Charlotte needs to move on, or next time, she may really end up raped or killed.
“Come on, handsome,” Meghan says, slipping her fingers through mine. “You can play a UFC fighter who won a match and claims me as his prize.”
Behind me, Charlotte gasps, horrified once more. “Wait. You are gonna do...pornography?”
I glance over my shoulder, sighing hard, but shit, it’scute.I fight the urge to smile. “Could you say it a like you’re not a censor bot?” I jab. “It’s just camming, Piggy.”
“OnlyFans, technically,” Meghan corrects, smiling sloppily like her pills are really kicking in now.
Another woman enters the room. Tall, tan, and bare except for a heart-shaped patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair. Her stilettos click sharply on the marble floors.
Charlotte grabs Atticus and shoves him out of the room, shielding his eyes before he can see. Such a good big sister. A good woman, really.
When she turns back, though, she gawks. Mortified.
Killian doesn’t blink as he mutters, “Goddamn.” Then louder: “Can I join in?”
Meghan laughs. “What ya packing?”
Without hesitation, Killian drops his athletic shorts, causing Charlotte’s eyes to blow wide. He’s hard. But she tries,triesto look away. Fails miserably.
And it hits me.
God, it fucking hits me.
She wants his cock.
A knife twists in my gut. But why should I care? Why thefuckdo I care? I don’t want to be with her, anyway.
Meghan tosses her hair. “Two guys, two girls, one scene. Works for me.”
Charlotte wedges herself between us, tiny but fierce. Her chin trembles as she tips her head back to meet my eyes.
“Don’t do this,” she whispers to me, clutching the loops of my jeans like she wants to make sure they stay on.
“Piggy. Go wait with Atticus.”
I try to sound cold. Detached.
She blinks, absolutely stunned. Like shefinallygets it. She sees the fairytale she built around me was actually a nightmare.
Yet...
