Scott is in a crouched position on the ground, his eyes watering. He grimaces and slowly stands, clutching onto the wall for support.
Connor doesn’t back away, not even a little scared of being hit back.
Scott chokes on a cough, looking like he doesn’t want even the slightestchanceof that happening again. “…I’d love to see your face when you realize what you’ve signed.”
“You’re seeing it now,” Connor tells him calmly, not giving Scott anymore satisfaction. I love him for that. “I’m positive you have full rights to anything we ever film, which gave you permission to sell the sex tape to a porn site without our signed consent. I don’t have the contract in front of me, but I’m sure there’s something misleading about the part where you weren’t allowed to film us in the bedrooms.”
“Ireadthat line correctly. I know it,” I say. There was a stipulation about the bedrooms…wasn’t there?
Scott hunches a little, still recovering from the blow to the balls. “It said that we couldn’tairanything from the bedrooms ontelevision. We never did. The contract said nothing about filming. And any of the footage from the bedrooms and the bathroom can be used for movies and web content. Just not network TV.”
OhmyGod. I blew Connor in the bathroom.
Scott laughs devilishly as he watches my face fill in horror. He has…so much footage of us. I recollect every time we had sex. He has it all. Hours of us, fucking.
Lily and Loren…
Scott must read my stricken gaze that travels to my little sister. “Lily was almost always in her room,” Scott says, “we weren’t able to install any cameras to catch anything.” Right. They had to reinstall cameras because I made Connor and Loren sweep the bathroom and the bedrooms when we first moved in.
I glance at Ryke.
“I didn’t fuck in the house,” he says.
I turn to Daisy. Her face pales.
Connor eases her worries. “It’s illegal to film minors in pornographic situations.” He glares at Scott.
We’ve caught him.
He’s going to jail.
“We didn’t,” Scott says. “All that footage was destroyed.”
Fuck you!I unleash Sadie, about to ram my heel up Scott’s ass. But Ryke stands behind me and holds me back, two hands on my shoulders. It takes me a moment to realize that Connor is staring at Ryke, giving him a command through his eyes to restrain me.
“You’re disgusting!” I shout at Scott with an extra high-pitch scream.
Scott stays calm. I am the only one freaking out. How is that possible? He dropped a grenade onmylife. I want everyone to be as fuckingpissedas me.
But I realize that when I’m angry, there’s almost no room for anyone else to be the same. I am a hurricane. A typhoon, and I willdestroyeveryone in my wake.
Yes, dramatic.
But that’s just how I fucking feel.
Get out of my way. Or I’ll drown you.
“The text message from Julian?” Connor asks Scott.
“Planted. Brett took Julian’s phone in the middle of the night and texted it to Ryke.”That pudgy asshole. I knew he wasn’t on our side.
“Lily and Lo in the bathroom with the slurping audio?”
“Edited. We did it in advance and uploaded it on the camera for you to find.”That motherfucker...
“The alcohol in Lo’s closet?”
“Planted. Savannah and Ben put it there when Lily was taking a nap. They were supposed to install a camera too, but they ran out of time.”
