“I walked through the house calling for Jon David. No reply. Just a silence that felt…off.” I pause, fingers tracing the rim of my glass. “There was a door down the hall with light coming out from the edges.”
Marissa’s hand flies to her mouth. “Oh my God. No.”
Eden leans in, breath caught. “What did you walk in on?”
“Jon David was on his knees.” The memory curdles on my tongue. “Callum had a fist in his hair, fucking his mouth.”
“Holy shit,” Eden says, wrapping her arm around me and squeezing. “Girl, I’m so sorry.”
I shake my head. “I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Still can’t.” My throat tightens. “I stood there frozen—watching—long enough for Callum to look up and see me standing in the doorway. And he didn’t stop. Didn’t flinch. Just smirked as if it was all part of a fucking show.”
His words hit me again.
Fuck, you suck cock better than any woman I’ve had.
Tell me you want it, JD. Beg with your eyes since your mouth’s too full.
Your mouth’s a good start, JD. But I’m ready to pump my cock in that tight little asshole. All fours. Face down. Now, pretty boy.
Eden winces, color draining from her face. “What did Jon David say?”
“He didn’t see me. He was too busy choking on the guy’s dick to notice I was standing right there. I didn’t stay to watch the rest.”
Brielle leans forward, eyes hard. “But that wasn’t the end, right?”
I let out a dry, humorless laugh. “Not even close. The next morning, he was all sunshine and small talk, as though the night before never happened. He was in the kitchen, barefoot and whistling, making coffee like we were lovers on a weekend retreat. He was smiling and happy as fuck. Said it was a shame I wasn’t feeling it and maybe we could give it another shot sometime.”
Marissa’s face pinches. “Another shot?”
“He said I looked so peaceful on the couch, he didn’t want to wake me. So, he left me there instead of carrying me to bed.” My grip tightens around the glass, knuckles aching. “He told me Callum had already left for work, but we were welcome to stay.”
Marissa huffs. “But you said something, right? You didn’t just let that slide.”
“Oh, I said something.” I pause, the memory nearly souring my stomach. “I told him what I saw. Every detail. And he laughed. Actually fucking laughed. He swears I must’ve been dreaming during a drunken stupor. Claims I passed out on my own and nothing happened becausehe would never pressure me.”
The girls trade knowing looks.
“His weak ass story is I made it all up. Like he hadn’t been on his knees with a cock in his mouth while I stood there watching him choke on it.”
“That’s fucking diabolical.” Eden says, her eyes wide.
“Oh, it gets better. On the drive back, he doubled down and said I was projecting. I made it all up because I felt guilty for dragging my feet.”
Marissa makes a strangled noise. “That’s a full-blown mindfuck.”
According to him, I was tipsy and spiraling. Said I imagined the whole thing.
God, I wish I had dreamed it all. Because the truth is abominable. The man I loved drugged me just so he could get on his knees for a man he met on an app. Let him bend him over and fuck him in the ass while he planned on me being unconscious three rooms away.
I let that sit. Let it rot in the silence. Let it hurt.
“A few ounces of whiskey doesn’t knock me out. I’ve never blacked out in my life. And it damn sure never made me hallucinate.”
Brielle lifts her glass with a crooked grin. “Please. LSU didn’t raise a lightweight. It turned your liver into a certified weapon.”
“Fair.”
Eden blows out a breath, jaw tight. “Shit. And there’s no way to prove it. It’s been too long. Whatever they slipped you is long gone.”
