“A human shield?” I’m not surprised. That place is shady at best.
She flinches, placing the bag on her face and answering, “Yeah.”
“What do you want, Eve?” Adam sighs.
“We need to talk.”
He nods. “My office. Keep that on your face,” he commandsMissy, and she gets up, walks to the couch, and lies down.
I follow him to his office, and I slam the door behind me.
“Please enlighten me on what I’ve lied about,” he says sitting at his desk.
“You told Kashton that we’ve fucked.”
He tilts his head to the side. “He asked me a question, and I answered. Why is that such a bad thing?”
Why were they even talking about my sex life in the first place? “Because it’s a lie.” He knows I don’t sleep around. That’s why he said he was proud of me when I slept with Kashton after I told him.
“No, it’s not.”
Is he high? “Yes, it is. I’ve never slept with you, Adam.”
I worked so hard to not have sex after Bill saved me. I realized I needed to get away. Start a life for myself. The next year, I was introduced to Adam. He was on the run, going to Vegas, and I begged him to take me with him. I saw an opportunity to get the fuck away from here.
Adam runs a hand down his face. “I know it’s hard to come to terms?—”
“Come to terms with what?” I bark, not liking the accusation.
“Everett, you were trained.”
I give a manic laugh. “Are you saying that I begged you to fuck me?”
His eyes soften but he says nothing.
“No.” I lick my lips. “We didn’t…” I trail off. “I would remember that.”
He opens a drawer and pulls out an envelope. Removing the contents, he holds something out to me.
I take it with shaking hands, and my heart leaps in my chest at what I see. I’m lying in the center of the bed, tied, spread eagle, with a blindfold over my eyes. Adam stands at the foot of the bed, also naked, with his dick in his hand and his cum covering my pussy and thighs.
“No,” I whisper as my legs give out, and I fall onto the edge of the couch. “This isn’t me…” Tears sting my eyes. “We didn’t.” But we did, and it is me.
I had gained maybe twenty pounds here from when Bill pulled me out of Dollhouse, but I’m still too thin. They didn’t make sure to keep you fed while in training, but the drugs also helped curb your appetite. Plus, starvation keeps you weak.
“I’m sorry, Eve,” he says softly. “I didn’t know that you didn’t remember. We just never talked about it. You were really drunk and showed up at my room. I was drunk, wallowing in my own pity that night that I had to leave home, my mom dead, my sister running to Vegas… I should have told you no. I took advantage of you.”
“It was pity sex.” I sniff, understanding what he means. “I begged you to fuck me. I took advantage of you.”
“No. That’s not what happened at all,” he rushes out.
I glance up at him.
“You’re beautiful, Eve. And that night you were upset. You were trained to serve.” I flinch at his words, but that’s only because they’re true. “It wasn’tyour fault. I should have said no and put you to bed to sleep, but I was weak. I took total advantage of the situation, and I’m sorry for that.”
“I… Why can’t I remember?” I ask more to myself. After Evan told me we had sex, I was able to remember bits and pieces. Maybe not every time, but there was something there. “Why don’t I remember with you?”
He shrugs. “I can’t answer that.”
