“That whoever I was or wasn’t sleeping with was none of his fucking business. And it’s not.”
“Christ, what is it with people? What did he want?”
Dom’s gut soured. “He wanted me to have sex with him.”
“What?” The possessive snarl in those four letters surprised Dom. “I’ll kill him.”
“I told him to go to hell.”
“Good. Fuck, Dom.” A pause. “What’s he going to do with the videos?”
“I don’t know. He threatened to post them to Instagram, but he could be all talk. I just needed you to know so he couldn’t find you and trick you into thinking he had evidence that he doesn’t. The videos don’t show shit.”
“Except you and me having sex.” The defeated way Trey said that made Dom’s heart hurt.
“No, of two people, maybe of two guys, having sex. It could have been anybody.”
“But I said your name.”
Dom grunted and leaned against the hot side of the van. “Yeah. Look, this was probably just some crazy asshole trying to get with me, and nothing will come of it. But I wanted you to know. In case.”
“Right. In case.”
He hated the wobbly sound of Trey’s voice, as if his worst fear had come to life, and Dom had no idea how to reassure him. “Trey?”
“Yeah.”
“We’ll be fine. It’s a few more hours, and then this over, and we’re out of here. Jizz Bucket is out of our lives.”
“Sure.”
God, he wanted to be in the same room as Trey. To see his face and understand what he was thinking. Tone of voice was one thing, but Trey didn’t have that great of a poker face. Trey was already turning this into a worst-case scenario, Dom was certain of it. And Dom had no idea how it was going to play out.
The ball was in Jizz Bucket’s court.
“Look, I have to go,” Trey said. “See you later, okay?”
“Okay. Bye.”
Dom glared at his phone before shoving it into his pocket.
“Trey?”
He startled away from the van at the sound of Lincoln’s voice. His friend stood a few feet away, arms crossed, face impossible to read. Dom’s stomach rolled. Playing dumb never worked with Lincoln. “How much did you hear?”
“Everything after you saying someone tried to blackmail you into having sex with him.” Lincoln’s face went instantly furious. “Who is he? You need me to feed him his balls?”
And Lincoln would, too. He was that kind of friend. “No, don’t worry about it.”
“Okay, fine. Then tell me this Trey person you got caught having sex with isn’t Trey Cooper.”
Dom wilted. “Can’t.”
“Really, Dom? You’re fucking the competition?”
“The competition’s over.” Irritation prickled over his skin. The way Lincoln said that made his relationship with Trey sound dirty, and it wasn’t.
“I thought he was with that Danielle chick. He isn’t using you because he’s bi-curious, is he?”
