Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 80197 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80197 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
"Seen what?"
"The video?"
My heart thuds within the cage of my chest as Eddie's threat echoes. 'You'll see how worthless she is.'
"What video?" I pace away from Elias and Dornan, unable to meet their eyes.
"Someone sent me a link—I'm not going to say who because I don't want to compromise them—but there is a video of you on a free porn site."
"A what?"
"A video of you having sex."
"Me?" I don't understand how a video of me having sex could be anywhere. I've never let anyone video me or take photos of me. I'm not an idiot. As soon as a digital image or video is created, there is a risk that it will find its way into the public domain.
"Yes. You. It's definitely you."
"You watched it?" The idea that one of my besties has seen a video of me having sex feels like a huge violation.
"I had to, sweetie. I wasn't going to call and freak you out on another person's say-so."
"And it's me?"
"It's you. I'm sending you the link now. It's under the title ‘College girl enjoys getting fucked by the team.’"
Eddie's words pound in my mind like a bass drum of doom. My phone pings with a message, and I click the link. The volume on my phone is set to loud, so when the video comes up, the sounds of moaning and slapping flesh are loud enough to draw the attention of a few passersby as well as Elias and Dornan.
I slap my hand over my mouth when I see what is clearly me being fucked from behind. I'm naked, so my breasts are visible. My face is slack, and my mouth is open. The man pounding into me from behind isn't visible above his navel. It's like whoever set the camera to video purposefully excluded themselves from the shot. Dornan snatches the phone out of my hand and deals with the volume. He shares the phone with Elias, and I turn away, so fucking mortified at what they're seeing.
"Your hair was red," Elias says. "It has to be Eddie who posted the video."
"You fucked me when my hair was red," I remind him, although I'm not sure why. It has to be Eddie, doesn't it? Or could it have been someone else, and he saw it and wanted to gloat? Suddenly, all my previous sexual partners become potential perpetrators.
"I didn't fuck you like that. This dude has no fucking style, pounding away like a jackhammer." He shakes his head in disgust. "Look at the background, Celine. Look at everything you can see. Your face…anything that might tell you when it was."
"I feel sick." It hits me with such violence that I stagger and vomit next to a trash can. It splashes onto my boots, and I have to grasp onto the can to stabilize myself.
"Fuck." Dornan grabs me around the middle as I heave again. "We should get her home." He must address that part to Elias.
"I'm going to go and find that cocksucker and skin his dick."
"Not right now, you're not. If Eddie's pencil dick is getting skinned, I want to be there. We need to look after our girl."
Even bent over and in distress, the words 'our girl' slide over me like the softness of a feather. Wiping my mouth on the back of my hand, I straighten my spine and exhale. "We need to find Travis," I remind them. "It can't wait."
Dornan and Elias exchange another look, reminding me of Colby, Seb, and Micky, who always seem to have a triplet sense that enables them to communicate with only their facial expressions. Dornan and Elias aren't related, though. Up until recently, I didn't even think they liked each other. Now, they seem to be working as a team. "You take her home," Elias confirms. "I'll go looking for Travis."
"I want to come," I say, but Elias shakes his head. "Go home and deal with the video. I'll call you as soon as I know anything."
22
ELIAS
Celine wants me to find Travis, but every fiber of my being wants to hunt down Eddie and tear his intestine through his asshole. It’s him in that video. I’d stake the last hundred bucks I have in my bank account on it. He didn’t like the revenge games Celine played and lashed out. He couldn’t stand to see her with three decent men who want to treat her like the queen she is.
He had to find a way to shame her, even though he was the guilty party that caused the end of their relationship.
Men like that make me sick. Weak, vicious men who can’t take it when their woman moves on. Petty fucking jerkoffs.
But Celine’s right. Travis has to come first. He’s someone who deserves my attention. A man caught in the kind of tight spot I would never want to be in. A decent man who’s contemplating leaving his life behind on the off chance his cheating-bitch-ex-girlfriend might be carrying his child.