Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31730 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31730 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
“But you’re so…” I trail off. “And he’s so…”
“I guess I don’t follow,” he retorts, irritation bleeding in his tone.
“Nothing,” Olivia interjects. “Thank you, um, Mr. Reynolds, for letting me use your bathroom.” She drags me into the bathroom with her.
“They look nothing alike,” I hiss.
Her cheeks blaze red again. “I know. Gah, River, you didn’t have to be so mean though.” She sits down on the toilet in the fancy bathroom to pee. “Anyway, my birthday is coming up soon. We should go out to celebrate. Will your boyfriend let you go?”
“Is he my boyfriend?” I wonder aloud.
She laughs. “Ummmm, I saw him jacking off all over your naked body. If that isn’t some strange way of a man marking his territory, I don’t know what is.”
“You’ll remind me of that moment every day for the rest of my life, huh?” I ask with a grin.
She shrugs as she finishes her business and starts washing her hands. “It was hot. I flicked the bean to that image a few times.”
I snort and slap her ass. “Dirty bitch.”
“You have no idea,” she says with a sigh.
“Maybe you should send Caleb some porn. Show him exactly what you want.”
Her cheeks turn red again. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Why not?”
“It’s weird.”
I can feel my brows furrow together. “Like horse fucking weird?”
“Gross! No!” She scrunches her nose at me and pulls her phone from her pocket. “I’ll show you.”
She opens her Tumblr app and starts scrolling. My eyes bug out of my head. “Is that stuff for real?”
“It’s called role play,” she explains. “I just like looking at it on here.”
I frown at her. “So you don’t actually want that? Someone forcing you?” I’m totally creeped out here. I mean, if Everett wanted to chase me down and have his way with me, I wouldn’t complain. These guys though, look scary. “Looks painful.”
“It’s just a kink and I think it looks hot,” she admits. “Stop looking at me like that.”
“Is this because of Mr. Polk?”
“No,” she groans. “Don’t turn this into something weird. I should have never showed you.”
“I’m just messing with you,” I lie. “That one looks hot.” I point to it but accidentally touch the screen. The video starts blaring and she drops her phone to the bath mat at our feet.
“You’ll take my cock, you dirty cunt!” the guy on the video bellows.
“Shit!” she hisses and drops to her knees.
The girl in the video screams as he pounds into her.
“Your ass is a filthy cum dumpster—”
She mashes the button and silences her phone, horror painted on her face. I grab her hand, yanking her to her feet. We start to bolt out of the bathroom but Caleb’s dad stands there like a fucking creeper, glowering at us.
“Everything okay in there?” His voice is low and scary.
“Just two girls doing girl things,” I blurt out as I drag Olivia past him. He reaches out and snags her bicep, causing her to yelp. Then, he leans down and says something to her in a low tone. Once I get her into the hallway, I shriek. “What a freak! Oh my God! What did he say to you?”
She grabs my arms and shakes me. “Calm down, River. Jesus.”
I glance over my shoulder to make sure he didn’t follow us. “Seriously. What did he say?”
She shrugs. “It doesn’t matter. Let’s keep exploring. Jake is annoying and Caleb worships him. They’re probably still talking about Jake’s future football career. Gag.”
I take her hand as we continue down the hallway. Several of the rooms are inaccessible—with fancy silver locks which keep us from entering—which is super annoying. What’s even more bizarre is those rooms have a plaque beside them. Almost like a number plate at a hotel. But these have names.
Iron.
Sensory.
Cell.
Dream.
Olivia’s fingers run across the last one as if she’s drawn to it. She spends a good thirty seconds trying to get that door open. Eventually, we give up and find a set of stairs leading to the third floor.
When we hear moaning coming from behind the bedroom door, Olivia flashes me a devilish grin. I smirk and nod. Whatever is beyond that door with no special locks keeping us out, we’re going to check it out. Olivia is apparently a freak like me and sneaking up on someone having sex is more fun than the party downstairs.
“Yes, baby,” a man grunts. “Take it.”
Olivia twists the knob and pushes open the door. A man is driving into a woman in the darkness. Olivia fumbles for the light switch. As soon as the light illuminates the room, we both stare at the couple in shock.
Mr. Polk glares at us over his shoulder while he plows a very willing Lacy. They don’t stop. He just keeps fucking her with an evil glint in his eye. I grab Olivia’s arm and drag her from the room. As soon as we slam the door shut, she shrieks.