There’s no doubt in my mind that both Ledger and Wes know that I occasionally fuck Santi. Between the cameras all around the house and how loud Santi can get—I’m sure they’ve figured it out. I don’t care if they know. That’snotthe point.
I lean down into her face.
“Stay thefuckout of my room,” I hiss. “And don’t ever touch me again.”
I squeeze her wrist hard enough that she winces, then I let her go. With a snarl, I grab the roll of toilet paper sitting on top of the empty dispenser and storm back to my room.
Santi is waiting for me, still lounging on my bed. His hands are behind his head as he leans against the headboard. He grins as I enter.
“So,” he starts eagerly. “Did she ask for a repeat performance? Because I wouldn’t mind an audience if you’re up for it.”
“Get the fuck out of here,” I snap.
Santi frowns as he studies me. Then, his eyes widen with alarm. “Is that… blood? What happened?”
He scrambles off the bed and hurries toward me. Before he can mother-bird me, my temper ignites.
I point to the door and roar, “Get out!”
With a sigh, Santi grabs his clothes from the floor.
“I’m going to crash in the guest room. It’s too late to go home tonight.” He slips on his pants before adding. “Have you changed your mind about playing The Hunt?”
“Yes,” I snarl, eager to erase the feeling of pleasure I’d sought with him, and the humiliation that followed, with a night of murder. “Find someone and get them here.”
I shouldn’t be feeling any of these things. I should be focused solely on my mission. Not on myself.
“Right, I’ll make it happen.” Santi heads for the door. “See you in the morning.”
I stomp across the room and slam the door behind him.
Chapter 13
Rhett
For the first time since the last time we played The Hunt, a dark and twisted excitement dances in my veins.
This is what I need, a night of vengeance.
It’ll also be the first night where I’m not tiptoeing around the house avoiding my new housemate. God, is itexhausting.
It’s been days since I’ve spoken a single word to Blair. Having her witness me vulnerable with Santiago was bad enough. But having someone on the outside see me in the throes of bliss is like I’ve betrayed Abby all over again. I could lie to myself. I could say that I wasn’t seeking out some fun, but someone else had witnessed me in the act. There’s no lying in that moment. I’d put the thought of Abby aside and focused on myself like a bastard.
The extra guilt that’s piled on top of the normal daily guilt I carry, is driving me fucking insane. It’s crushing my soul.
Blair’s destroying my peace, and I can’t stand it.
Tonight, I’m putting miles between us. It won’t be enough, not until she’s gone for good, but this should do… for now.
Dressed and ready to go, I slip out of my bedroom and head downstairs. I make it to the bottom step before I hear voices coming from the living room. They’re low, like they’re whispering, but it’s followed by a burst of laughter.
“No, no, I’m serious!” I hear Santi say as his laughter dies down.
Blair responds, but it’s in Spanish leaving me at a loss of what’s being said. Santi cuts her off excitedly, speaking in his native tongue, but then Blair cuts him off. A few seconds later, they both erupt into soft laughter.
My face heats as my chest constricts. Is Santi serious right now? It’s late, Blair should be sound asleep, like the others, and we’re supposed to slip out of hereunnoticed.
She’s been here for six days.
