Total pages in book: 179
Estimated words: 167819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 839(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 839(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
“Who never told me what?” Kira yells at her.
She rights herself and pushes her hair from her face. She’s almost in tears she was laughing so hard. “Every Lord has cameras in their rooms at the house of Lords.”
Kira’s face pales, her eyes now wide. Swallowing, she whispers, “No—”
“Yes.” Amelia steps into her. “Corbin has been recording you every time you let him fuck you in his room. And then he shows it to all of his friends, laughing while they all watch how shitty of a lay you are.” With that, she flings her hair over her shoulder and saunters out of the bathroom.
Silence fills the bathroom and I place my hands on the countertop, my head dropping. I’m trying to breathe once again.
“Did you know?” she whispers.
“No.” I had no clue my boyfriend was fucking Amelia. I mean, she’s his chosen. I just never thought about it. But of course, he is. And as far as the cameras in their rooms? I’ve only been in his once and we didn’t do anything. I stormed out, saw Kira in the hallway, and begged her to get me the hell out of there.
“He would not sleep with her.” Kira denies it. “She is—”
“His chosen,” I shout, pushing away from the counter to stare at her. “I’m nobody. Nothing. She is his chosen. She’s important.” Even the Lords don’t want me. For some girls, being a chosen means something to them. Their chance to serve. I had always thought it was disgusting. But now? Now I realize I’m nothing to Sin other than a pity fuck. That’s worse. “Did you not see the video?”
“That could have been weeks ago.” She runs a hand through her hair. She’s focusing on my situation to avoid her own. I saw the hurt in her eyes that Corbin hadn’t informed her he’s been recording them.
I don’t even bother telling her that video was from this morning. She’s got her own shit to deal with now and it just makes me look like an even bigger stupid bitch. “Don’t tell Sin about the video. Or that we spoke to Amelia.”
She bites her red-painted lip. “Give him a chance—”
“If you can keep a secret about fucking Corbin then I think you can keep my secret of what just happened,” I snap. Sin doesn’t deserve a second to explain why he’s cheating on me. It’ll just be another situation where I look like a stupid slut.
She sucks in a deep breath, squaring her shoulders, and I run a hand through my hair, trying to slow my racing pulse.
“Your secret is safe with me.” Then she turns and exits the bathroom.
“Fuck.”
Staying a few extra seconds, I make sure to clean up my face and get my breathing under control. Just when I think I’ve finally gotten myself together, I exit the bathroom and make it back to the bar. I can see our table from here, across the room. Corbin and Kira are gone. Not surprised. She probably told him they were leaving. Not like he’d care; Sin isn’t speaking to him anyway.
I catch sight of Sin sitting there, sipping on a beer, the same one since we got here. It’s got to be warm by now. And I’m also not surprised to see the queen bitch herself standing right there. Her hands on the table as she’s leaning over, her tits in his face. Again. Just like in the video.
What I am surprised about is the way he looks up at her. It’s with hatred. How he used to look at me. Back before he found out what I whore I really am.
Any normal person would know that this thought process isn’t healthy or rational. But it’s how I think. I love the Sin that doesn’t give a fuck. That he holds you down and wants to mark you. I don’t want a man who is afraid to break me. And I thought that was him. I was wrong.
I spin around to rush out the exit and hit a hard body. “Sorry.” Looking up, I sigh. Not again.
“I feel like you’re doing that on purpose.” Marcus laughs. His eyes drop to my hands and then frowns. “Where’s your drink?”
“Don’t have one,” I shout over the music.
“Well, that won’t do.” I let him grab my arm and pull me over to the bar, knowing I’m going to piss Sin off and not giving a fuck.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
SIN
“YOU NEVER CALLED me back today.” Amelia arches a brow.
“Been busy.”
She plops down beside me, and I scoot over to put some space between us. Honestly, if Elli sees this, I expect a beer bottle to go flying toward my head. The thought makes me smile. I like it when she’s in a mood. It’ll just make what I have planned on doing to her later when we get home even better. I love when she makes me take it.