Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
“For your information, I thought we were exclusive, but clearly, I was wrong,” is my harsh voice.
“You were wrong,” Rev agrees, standing and stretching. He’s not at all embarrassed by his nudity, nor the fact that he’s semi-flaccid. To my horror, there’s a streak of brown on his pole and a pungent smell fills the air, but he doesn’t seem to notice.
“Besides, you would never do backdoor,” he says while shrugging. “I’ve asked you so many times, Cat, and you always said no. So I had to get it somewhere else. A man has needs, you know.”
I stare at him with tears in my eyes. My humiliation is complete, and it only seems to be growing because that part is true. Rev has asked me to do back-banging a few times, but I always said no because I was shy. For one, I’m not a girl with a lot of experience, period. Just absorbing the fact that I was sleeping with a billionaire on a regular basis took some time. So when Rev asked for the marble peach, I said no. I said I needed some time to adjust, and Rev merely shrugged like he wasn’t bothered. I figured it wasn’t a big deal, but clearly, I was wrong.
“I had no idea,” I say in a hoarse whisper.
Rev merely yawns, and reaches for his white dress shirt before pulling it over his bronzed chest.
“It’s fine. Now you know. So you want to head home now? Do you want me to take you back to your place straight away, or do you want to grab a bite to eat first?”
At his casual comment, something inside my chest breaks.
“I’ll get home on my own, thanks,” I say, striding to the door with my chin up. “And for your information, our relationship or whatever it was, is OVER.” With that, I step outside with a flourish and then slam the door behind me with a satisfying bang. Of course, there are people lurking outside who’ve obviously just heard everything. Tears prick my eyes and their faces blur before me. I was just humiliated to the umpteenth degree before these people, and I have to get away. I begin barreling through the small crowd in the hallway.
“Excuse me,” I say through gritted teeth, trying to pass by some tittering girls without looking at them. “I need to get home.”
But the crowd is unrelenting and for some reason, I can hardly make any headway. I’m trapped and dizziness and nausea begin to overwhelm me. Oh my god. My worst nightmare is coming true.
But then a steady hand grips my elbow and a low voice sounds in my ear.
“Come on, Cat,” the man says. “Let’s get you out of here.”
At first, I recoil at his touch because it’s Rev’s voice and Rev’s hand on my body. But then I look up and see that it’s not Rev, but rather his identical twin Reed, and I nod even as my chin trembles.
“Thanks,” I say while trying to keep my tears in check. “Let’s go.”
With that, Reed leads me from the crowd and back into safety.
5
Reed
My twin is more than a rat bastard. He’s a dinosaur sized asswipe without a shred of decency in him. I want to beat him to a pulp for what he did, but that can come later. There are more important things to tend to right now.
Quietly, I lead Catherine to my bedroom in another wing of the apartment. It’s a suite, and at least we can be alone. She’s trembling and shaking, her eyes bright with tears. But no tears fall, and I respect her for that.
“Come on,” I say, gesturing to the sitting area. “Take a seat, and take some time to get yourself together.”
The curvy girl moves as if to lower herself onto one of the chairs by the window but then, she turns to me first.
“Can I use your bathroom?”
I gesture to the open doorway.
“Sure, no problem.”
With stiff steps, Cat disappears into the adjoining en suite, and I walk over to my bedside while reaching for the remote. With a click of a button, the shutters begin to descend on the windows, blocking out a panoramic view of Manhattan. I figure Cat needs some time to get herself together, and the more privacy, the better.
The door opens, and she comes out quietly. Her expression is still shocked, and her posture ramrod straight. She walks like a robot to the chair across from me and sits stiffly.
“I’m sorry you had to see that,” she begins.
I hold a hand up.
“No, I’m sorry that you had to see that,” I say. “I don’t think you know my brother.”
At that, a sob erupts from her throat and she buries her face in her hands.
“No, I had no idea that Rev was going to do that, or that he was like that at all. We were dating, and I thought it was exclusive. Even if we weren’t exclusive, how could he do that? He says he makes videos for your friends, and that you all do that sometimes.”