“Where did you get this?” I hold up the photo.
“Isabella gave it to Haidyn after their training senior year. She was blackmailing him. Told him she had proof I was in Vegas and that if he didn’t give her what she wanted, she’d make sure I was found and charged for the death of the missing girl that I didn’t kill.”
This just keeps getting better and better. “So Haidyn has seen this picture of me naked, tied to a bed, with your cum between my legs.”
He sighs. “He didn’t know it was you.”
I stand and he takes a step toward me. “Please don’t.” I hold out my hand and he steps back, giving me space.
“I’ll call Kash?—”
“No,” I rush out. “I just want to be alone.” I’m on the verge of tears. I’m a fucking train wreck. A whore. I told Ashtyn I hadn’t fucked Kashton’s friends. Turns out that’s a lie. I did. Threw myself at him from what it sounds like.
“Eve—”
“I’m sorry,” I interrupt him.
“You have nothing to be sorry for.”
I rub my sweaty hands on my jeans before taking a step back. “I have to go. I’m sorry I interrupted your day.”
KASHTON
I’m standing in the basement with Saint and Haidyn. Both of them are in shit moods today. I, on the other hand, woke up in a great mood. It’s going to be even better in a couple hours when I’m in bed with my wife.
My cell rings, and I see its Adam. “I’ll be right back,” I tell the guys and rush toward the stairs. They still don’t have his contact information that I know of, and if he’s calling me, it has to be about Eve. Last I heard the cops were at a standstill since the woman disappeared. They don’t have enough evidence yet on my girl to bring her in, but they’re searching for it.
“Hello?” I answer before running up the stairs. “Everything okay?” I look down over the railing from the second floor to make sure they’re not following me. I push open the door and step out into the hallway.
“Eve came to visit me today.”
“What did she want?” I ask when he doesn’t elaborate.
“I didn’t know that she didn’t remember we had sex.”
I come to a stop and frown. “She came to see you to talk about sex?”
“I guess you two had a conversation about it, and she was mad at me for lying.”
“You lied?—”
“No. We had sex.”
I grind my teeth at the fact that he keeps bringing this up. I know what she’s been through and who has used her. I honestly don’t see her any differently, but I definitely don’t want him to rehash him fucking her. “Get to the fucking point, Adam,” I snap.
“But she doesn’t remember. To her, it never happened.”
As much as I’m happy that my wife can’t remember fucking my brother, I frown. “Well, I feel like that’s logical after what she’s been through. She chose to block it out, right? I’ve seen her dissociate before.”
“Yeah, I guess.” He sighs. “I just wanted to let you know. She was upset. On the verge of tears that she had no recollection of it. She stormed into my house but left with her head hanging. I told her I’d call you, but she told me not to. That she wanted to be alone. But one thing I know about Eve is that her being alone usually isn’t a good thing.”
I hate how well he knows my wife. “How long ago was she there?” I haven’t checked her tracker at all today.
“Earlier this morning. Before noon.”
So she went straight to him after she left here this morning? “And you’re just now calling me. It’s almost ten,” I bark, checking my watch. She was supposed to be spending the day with Janice, going over things for the birthday party Janice wants to throw her.
“I’ve been a little busy,” he snaps defensively.
