CHAPTER TWENTY
Bellamy
3 Years Ago
Three years and Bellamy still had trouble remembering they weren’t together, remembering she’d made Vesper hate her. She’d grown to accept the whores. Not that she liked it, but they didn’t mean anything. It hadn’t taken long for Bellamy to realize they were just a quick fix for a broken woman.
Just like the cards had become Bellamy’s vice, the whores had become Vesper’s. At least they kept her from drinking. She was safer now, and as much as she wanted to, Bellamy couldn’t be mad about that.
She could deal with the whores—until she fixed their fucked-up situation and got Vesper back. Then the whores would never fucking touch her again. Bellamy had, of course, run into one of them on her way up to Vesper’s apartment. Their pitying, slightly fearful glances—she fucking hated it. She tried not to stew about it. Wouldn’t do her any good to be pissed at Vesper before she even saw her.
They’d gotten an assignment, so Vesper would at least be away from the whores andwithBellamy for that duration. Even if it was only a day. She’d take all she could get at this point.
Bellamy opened the door to Vesper’s apartment—another thing that gave her a small semblance of hope. Vesper hadn’t changed the wards. Bellamy could still enter as she wished, and Vesper had never truly complained about her unscheduled interruptions, about her acting like she still shared ownership of the place.
As much as Bellamy might push her away and claim to hate her, a part of them would always belong together, and she suspected Vesper knew it too.
Bellamy froze in her tracks when she opened the door. Vesper had never before brought a whore to her room. At least, not that Bellamy knew. She didn’t even think the girls would do that, but there was no mistaking what she’d just walked in on.
She watched how Vesper’s muscles flexed as she held herself up, her long braid disheveled and falling out around her. Bellamy had to admire the way Vesper’s hips snapped with such perfect rhythm, the way her ass looked in that harness. Vesper was fucking gorgeous, and Bellamy would never get enough.
That was the first time Bellamy had ever gotten to see this side of sex with Vesper. She’d always been the one under her. Now she got to watch and admire. It had been almost three years since Vesper had touched Bellamy, and she felt every single minute of that loss as she watched Vesper fuck a whore in the same way she used to fuck Bellamy.
Moans filled her ears, and she knew immediately they weren’t Vesper’s. Ves must have hit a good spot because the moaning pitched higher, increased in frequency, and Vesper shifted. Her arm moved to reveal the person underneath.
Bellamy’s heart fell to the floor. It shattered into a thousand pieces as though it were made of glass. The air tightened, and for a second, she couldn’t breathe. A shit eating grin slowly spread over Cedar’s face when she locked eyes with Bellamy. Cold fear flooded her body. Her chesthurt. She was being stabbed through with that look.
Bellamy was an absolute fool to think Vesper didn’t date, tothink she only fucked the whores, to not even consider she hadn’t brought one of them home. This was much worse than a whore or a random woman.
Vesper had brought home the one person who was single-handedly trying to ruin their lives, the reason they weren’t together, the person who threatened Vesper’s life if Bellamy stepped out of line. And she didn’t even know it.
Vesper’s face was buried in Cedar’s neck. She hadn’t noticed Bellamy, hadn’t seen Cedar’s entire demeanor change in response to her presence. How the fuck had they even met? Bellamy had been so careful. So. Careful. Hiding what Vesper meant to her, making the world believe they hated each other, and making Vesper believe it.
Why the fuck was Cedar doing this now? Was it a threat, a reminder, or was Cedar just fucking with her?
Bellamy was spiraling. She had to get Cedar out of here, get her out of Vesper’s life since she couldn’t get Cedar out of her own. Cedar’s voice pulled her back to the present.
“Fuck, V. I’m close,” she cried. Bellamy didn’t know if the words were meant for her or Vesper.
“Don’t come yet, baby,” Vesper’s order was strangled, muffled by her lips on Cedar’s neck.Baby. If Bellamy thought her heart had broken before…
How did this happen? It clearly wasn’t their first time. How often had Cedar been in here, in Vesper’s room, under her? Bellamy was going to drive herself crazy thinking about it.
Then, she watched as Cedar threw her head back and deliberately disobeyed Vesper’s order. Her orgasm ripped through her, and Bellamy didn’t think she was faking it either. Bellamy’s presence hadn’t even mattered in her fucked-up little game. Cedar watched her the entire time. Fucking bitch.
Vesper’s laugh was low, and her voice was a warning—a tone Bellamy missed so desperately. “Bad girl,” she murmured, taking Cedar’s nipple into her mouth and making her cry out.
Bellamy couldn’t watch anymore. She knew how Vesper likedto dole out her punishments. Vesper liked a little bit of pain, sure, but she’d always got off on the power. If Cedar wanted to steal her orgasm, Bellamy was positive that Vesper was about to make her come until it was painful, until she was begging for it to stop.
She couldn’t watch that. Couldn’t listen to it, didn’t want to know the words Vesper would say, if she’d make Cedar beg until her voice was hoarse, or if she’d go easy on her. But she couldn’t leave them alone either.
Bellamy snapped back into herself, finally finding the ability to move her limbs again, and stomped over to the table in the middle of the room, slamming the door behind her. Vesper jumped at the sound, finally registering Bellamy’s presence and whipping around while Bellamy dragged a chair out and threw herself down onto it, arms crossed.
“Fuck, Bel! What are you doing? Get out!” Vesper threw a blanket over Cedar.
Bellamy dug her nails into her arms. “No, it’s fine. Don’t let me interrupt,” Bellamy said as casually as she could manage, masking the fury and pain with disgust.
Cedar’s eyes widened, pretending to notice Bellamy for the first time and clutching the blanket closer. “Who is she?” she hissed at Vesper, her eyes darting between them. Her voice was shaky, selling the shit out of her performance.
