I can’t refute it.
I’ve always been hers.
And I’m pissed about it.
All the time we could have had together, she was sitting in some fucking shadow like a coward. All the moments we should have shared… The time we missed…
She can spend the rest of our lives making up for it.
I cross the space between us. Gemma looks up and pushes the phone back, confusion in her eyes.
“You’re done talking to him,” I say, taking the device away from her.
“Bonnie—”
“No, shut up. You can call him back.” I press the phone to my ear. “Hey, Kade.”
“Ah… Hi, Bon,” he says hesitantly.
“Don’t you fucking ‘Hi, Bon’me, asshole,” I snap. “I know you were in on it, too. Gemma is going to call you back.”
“Bonnie, I have to know what exactly happened,” he says.
“Oh really? You can’t just watch your camera tapes?” I ask.
The line is quiet for a beat.
“Bonnie—”
“She’ll call you back.”
I hit the end button, throw the phone across the room, and raise my gun again.
Gemma stares as I walk backward to her dresser, holding her gaze the entire time.
“Bonnie, I need to tell him—”
“Is this the toy you use when you think of me?”
I toss the vibrating bullet on the bed and Gemma’s jaw ticks.
“Or is it this one?” I ask as I pick up the rose.
“Bonnie…”
“Which one?”
She visibly swallows. “Rose… and the wedge.”
My brows lift. “Is that how you imagine riding my face?” I ask, knees weakening at the thought. “Were you smelling my underwear every time you got off?”
A glint rises in her eyes then as if she knows how fucking turned on I am with these questions.
“Yes,” she answers. “Sometimes I rode them, too. Just to know what we’d be like together.”
Chills rake over my arms as the image fills me.
I’ve never been jealous of underwear until now.
