“A what?”
“Put ya on all fours. Two guys. One cock in your mouth. One in your pussy. And you, the fat pig roasting in the middle.”
I balk, from the visualandthe cruelty of his explanation.
Jace shakes his head. “Look man, Diego and I like her.”
I lift my chin higher. I must be possessed by alcohol because I say proudly, “Yeah! They like me. I’ll do a spit skewer or whatever they want. As long as it pays.”
Grayson’s eyes narrow and nostrils flare. But then, he does a double-take. “You’re wasted, aren’t you? When did you start drinking?”
The nerve!
I scoff.
Jace gestures for me to follow him. “We just need you to sign some paperwork first.”
I move, but Grayson’s body shifts, blocking me. That cocky bully mask drops. Just for a second, something real tumbles from his lips: “Don’t do this, Charlotte.”
Soft. Quiet.Scared.
But it’s too late. I wave him off like he’s an annoying pest.
“I’ll sign whatever,” I say casually to Jace, stepping around Grayson.
I strut and grab the hem of my dress to lift it over my head.
Before it clears my shoulders, Grayson’s hands are on me, yanking the red dress back down, covering me up.
“Don’t touch me!” I shriek.
Andslaphim.
Hard.
His head snaps to the side, and I hear someone gasp — maybe Keysha, maybe me.
But I’m not done.
I grab a champagne bottle off the table and hurl it at him with both hands. It shatters against the wall, glass scattering everywhere. My vision tunnels red.
“Fuck you, Grayson!” I scream. “You, you jerk!”
A wine glass. Gone. A plate. Smashed. Every time he takes a step toward me, I take two back, hurling whatever I can grab. I’m a woman on fire, a storm, a squealing, screeching force of betrayal and heartbreak.
“Stay away from me!” I snatch a block of knives and throw the whole thing at him.
He keeps walking toward me like he’s still trying to get through, like he’s got something to say.
So I hock a fat loogie. It hits him square in the eye!
He stops, slowly wiping his face. His fingers smearing it away, thick and shiny.
And when his gaze rises from under that brow...
I know I made a mistake.
His tone is ice cold. “Did you justfuckingspit on me?”
