“Wait. You let him fuck you?” he asks, surprised. Her hand still remains over her mouth while her wide eyes stare straight ahead at nothing. “I’m proud of you, Eve.”
Slowly removing her hand, her eyes drop to the bubbles, and she whispers, “Yeah, well, it’s just sex. Everyone does it at some point.”
He ignores that and asks, “How do you feel?”
I frown, confused by the change in conversation and why he cares so much. But she lays her head back on the little pillow and looks up at the ceiling as she swallows, softening her voice. “Sick. It was a mistake and won’t be happening again.”
Is that why she vomited? Because we had sex? I made her physically ill? Like…she was disgusted with me? She didn’t act that way at the motel.
“What did you tell him?” Adam asks.
“Nothing. Not like we talked about our previous sexual partners.” She snorts. “And I’m sure there’s another dumb bitch licking my cum off his dick right now.”
Never, angel.
“No. I mean about the two dead guys he saw.”
“Oh. He asked some questions, and when I didn’t answer, he made some assumptions. I just let his mind run with it. I didn’t confirm or deny anything.”
Adam sighs heavily. “I’ll reach out?—”
“No.” She sits up quickly and water splashes over the side of the tub once more. “You promised me that if I worked for you, I would get revenge. Kashton will go to the Spades?—”
“No. He won’t.”
“You don’t know that. You’ve been out of their lives for too long. They no longer trust you.”
“Be that as it may,” Adam growls, “like I said earlier, Saint and Haidyn are both married now. Their wives are pregnant. Kashton wouldn’t bring them into this.”
She bows her head in surrender. “He’ll want to get involved.”
“It sounds like he already is. I’m not going to risk your life because he decides to follow you one night and fuck shit up because he has no clue what’s going on. One second.” Adam speaks softly, ordering a drink on the private jet. “Hey, I just got a text that the scene is cleared, but the guys didn’t have their phones on them. Did you take them?”
That’s why she told me that she didn’t need my brothers’ help. They have a whole system down.
“Fuck,” she hisses.
“What?”
Biting her lip nervously, she answers, “I… We…”
“Spit it out,” he barks.
“I passed out for a second.”You mean I choked you out, angel.“When I woke up, Kashton was already gone. He must have searched the bodies and taken them.”
“Goddammit, Eve,” he shouts.
“Hey. I did my job. You’re welcome, by the way.” He’s still shouting when she hangs up the phone. Music begins coming from it once again. She tosses it to the floor, and it lands on the white rug in the center of the room.
I remain hidden, watching her drink while she stares into nothing. It’s the same blank look on her face that I saw that night on theIsabella.
That night and the conversation she just had with Adam makes me rethink the notion that she was at Dollhouse. He said he was proud of her for having sex, and she got sick afterward.
She’s been used before. Groomed. And she hated herself after I fucked her because she liked it.
It makes me wonder if he’s fucked her, and I hate the idea of them together. That he could have had something that I wanted. I had her first, right? That night on the yacht. I met her before he did.
I’ve never been jealous, but the thought of her being with anyone else makes me see red. Even if it was before me.
