My moans stopped for a moment for the beat to take over and her words rang out. As her phone played, the Tierney in front of me mouthed the song, not blinking as she watched me. My chin and lips began to tremble as she stopped singing completely, letting me and Tate take over her song.
“Isn’t this what you wanted? You’re a greedy girl, aren’t you? Let us see all of you baby, show the world why you’re the best fucking lay any man could ever get.”
Memories of that night and the aftermath flooded over me as tears sprang from my eyes. She made that song and posted it for everyone to listen to. You couldn’t deny who was who. That was me moaning, panting, and screaming out as I had sex with Tate Whitlock.
When the horrifying song finally stopped, Tierney picked up her phone off the floor and shoved it back in her pocket.
“I waited to see if you were going to come to my party or not. I told you you’d regret it.”
“Why?” I asked, my voice cracking. I knew the tears were streaming down my face like a faucet had been turned on, but I refused to lift my hand to wipe them away. I was not going to acknowledge them.
“Because you hurt me,” she snarled. I opened and closed my mouth, unsure of how to process what the hell was going on. She took a step back and with a smile, she pressed the button on her screen to play it again. The song started over, and I covered my ears with the palms of my hands. Just then, Tate and Ronny burst in. We both turned to see both men frantic and confused.
“Jimmy, are you okay? What did you do?” Tate demanded, staring at Tierney. He hurried over and pulled me into him. I pushed my head into his chest and let the sobs overtake me. He already knew. It was already spreading. Everyone knew.
“How?” Ronny yelled at her. He was no stranger to fighting with her. They were always like this when they were dating. I didn’t bother looking up. The song was still playing. I couldn’t get away from it. “You’ve done some fucked up shit, but this is beyond acceptable. What is your problem?”
“My problem is that you all left me for dead and moved on!” she screamed at him.
“How did you get that?” Tate demanded, not taking his hands away from my head and back. He kept me pressed tightly to his body. As if shielding me from her smug looks of triumph.
The song finally ended and she didn’t play it again. I closed my eyes, thankful for the silence.
“Oh wow, look at that. It’s been up for maybe three hours now and it’s already got over fifty thousand views. Maybe I’ll be trending. And as for how?” she laughed. It was dry, dark, and pure evil. There was no part left of the old Tierney in that body. This was a shell of pure evil. “Jules showed me that I still had access to Ronny’s cloud. Everything in his phone, tablet, computer. He was sharing it with me this whole time.”
