Cam pulls up something on the screen of his phone and turns it around for me to see. It’s a video of some chick riding some guy, and I push it away. “What the fuck, dude? I’m not into porn before games.”
“Guys, I think Romero needs context,” Lance says.
Heath rubs his jawbone, mulling over his words before he speaks. “That isn’t porn; it’s a leaked sex tape of you.”
No fucking way.
“What the fuck? Let me see that.” I grab Cam’s phone and press play.
The guys crowd around me as we watch the video. Dirty fuckers. The video is black and white, and kind of grainy. It’s only a minute long, but it ends with the woman shouting my name and throwing her head back. A woman I know intimately.
What the fuck is going on?
“Okay, I know the woman. Her name is Alessia,” I admit.
“Oh, the underwear model. Nice one, Romero,” Reed says.
“Wait, does the room look familiar to anyone else?” Blake asks.
“Yes. The Seattle hotel,” Lance replies.
Blake claps his hands. “Yes. Dude, weren’t we just there? Wait, you cheated on your girl while we were in Seattle?”
“No! Fuck no! And that’s not me?” I bellow.
“The guy looks like you. Look at the tats.” Reed replays a part of the video and pauses it.
“I’ll give you that, but…” I stop talking and stare. I know those tattoos.
“But what?” Cam asks.
Fuck.
I never talk about my private life with anyone. I joke and make comments, but no one knows for sure what I’m into. The cat’s going to be out of the bag now. “Well, for starters, I don’t let the women I fuck touch and kiss me. And they are never on top.”
“Well, shit. I didn’t know you were a kinky fucker.” Reed chuckles as he slaps me on the back.
I slap his hand away. “Fuck off.”
“No judgment here. I have a few of my own proclivities but, my guy, the entire fucking internet thinks it’s you and that you cheated on your girl. Did you know she’s related to the most prominent medical family in the US?”
“Maybe,” I grunt. A memory of the ex-douche mentioning this pops into my head. I never looked into the claim he made. Not my business. Nor do I care who Savannah’s family is. They have no bearing on my feelings for her.
“Yeah, her mom made a synthetic patch that helps repair heart valves during open heart surgery or some crazy shit like that,” Heath says. “You should read the article. Just ignore the stuff about cheating.”
“Thanks.” Well, that explains Savannah’s ex and why she doesn’t talk about her family very much. I couldn’t give less of a fuck about them and what they do. All I care about is Savannah.
Savannah.
Fucking hell, she probably thinks the guy in the video is me, and that I did her dirty and cheated. I watch the video again, and that’s when I see it.
“Holy shit!” I jump off the massage table and toss Cam his phone. “Look at that guy’s neck and look at my neck.”
Cam expands the video, and all the guys lean in. Their eyes bounce between the video and me.
It’s Heath who notices first. “The guy in the video has a tiger tattoo, and you have a lion. You know who this is, don’t you?”
“So do all of you.” I knew that fucker was up to something, but this is low even for him.
