“I’m saying that I’d like you to drive my car.”
Instantly, I feel sick. My molars grind. My eyes narrow. My fists clench. I want to punch him.
No, worse. I want to put him in the hospital. I want to make him bleed. Make him cry. I want to make him regret the day he ever walked into my house. No—the day he ever touched Colin.
I want to make him regret ever talking about him like this or even getting this sick idea in his head. Something violent and hateful courses through my veins as I stare at him, disbelieving that I’m actually hearing what he’s saying to me right now.
He shakes my shoulder, and I quickly pull it away. “Relax, Barclay. You know this is all completely consensual. He likes it.”
No, he doesn’t. Not my Colin. He wouldn’t.
“What are you talking about?” I mutter darkly.
“I think you know what I’m talking about,” he replies with a smirk. “I’ve watched you two together this week. I see the way you watch him. The way youwanthim.”
I struggle to move away, but he holds me tighter, keeping meat his side. This is all a show of strength. Of power.
“So you want me to…”
“Yes,” he replies, watching me with a villainous stare. “I want you to fuck my fiancé while I watch.”
“So you can reclaim him, right? You can prove you’re more powerful than me. That he really belongs to you.” My lip pulls into a sneer.
“Now, you’re getting it,” Pierce says, shaking my shoulders with a laugh. “Colin and I don’t want a regular bachelor party. We want something special, and we were hoping tomorrow night we could have that here.”
“Why the fuck would I agree to any of this?” I argue.
“Because you want him, don’t you? You can try to deny it, but we all know the truth. And if you want our wedding here…well, then you’ll be accommodating, won’t you?”
Something inside of me snaps. My hands collide with Pierce’s chest as I shove him away. I ball them into fists and somehow manage to hold myself back from pummeling them into his face.
“You don’t want to do that,” he says with confidence, glancing down at my fists. His casual, arrogant manner only heightens my rage. He seems to think this all means nothing. Like he didn’t just try to blackmail me into having a fucking sex party for him.
“Come on,” he says just above a whisper. “I was hoping you’d try to challenge me. Tell me you’ll win him over or make him pick you or some shit. This is really disappointing.”
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“Me? What’s wrong with you? I expected you to be into this.”
“He’s not a prize. He’s a person, and he doesn’t deserve to be fought over like this. It’s sick.”
Pierce laughs quietly, glancing behind him toward where Colin is still alone in the room. “You know he likes it. He wants it.”
“No, he doesn’t,” I mutter again.
“You think you know him, but you don’t.”
Something about that line has me feeling nauseous. Maybehe’s right. Maybe I don’t know Colin anymore.
I’d still like to punch him, but I don’t. Instead, I turn and march away, furious and indignant.
“Think about it!” he calls after me.
I don’t respond. I just march through the door to my wing of the house, outrage and anger coursing through my veins.
This can’t be happening. Colin can’t possibly let this happen. Not my Colin. He wouldneveragree to be treated this way.
My stomach is rioting, clenching. My mind is whirling. I’m so furious. I feel as if I’m on the verge of tears.
