I didn’t recall any of it.
“Anyway, now she plays the mom on that popular sitcom.”
“From porn star to mainstream mommy,” Red Wally mused. “Can’t see that getting far.”
“It’s up for a primetime Emmy award,” Rhyan explained.
Red Wally grinned wide. “Color me corrected.”
Rhyan continued. “If she’s outed for screwing her stepdaughter…”
Well, that made more sense. It wouldn’t go over well to learn that the sweet, wholesome mom was putting her grubby hands on her kid. Didn’t matter that they weren’t related by blood.
“Anyone ever wonder why most of the cases we get involve famous people doing taboo shit?” Red Wally mused.
Personally, I never wondered about any of it. Their ill deeds paid the bills and then some. Plus, it wasn’t my place to decide who was wrong or right. As long as I wasn’t put in a position to hurt someone else to cover it up, I didn’t ask questions.
“You want that one?” I asked Jinx.
He shook his head emphatically.
I looked at Rhyan and lifted my eyebrows.
She chewed on her lip before saying, “You know this one’s gonna creep me out, right?”
“I’ll take the lead on it,” Red Wally offered as he smirked at Rhyan. “But you’re gonna owe me.”
“And the blowjob I gave you this morning wasn’t enough?”
I rolled my eyes and sat up in my chair. “Trust me when I say no one wants to hear about your sex life. Get out.”
Rhyan laughed as she sauntered out of the room, Red Wally and Willy following dutifully behind her.
Jinx didn’t stick around, either.
When I was alone, I grabbed Rhyan’s iPad and tapped the screen, pulling up the images of Laikyn Quinn. I knew I’d only have a few minutes before Rhyan came back to get it. In the meantime, it gave me a chance to look at the beautiful and enigmatic Laikyn Quinn without anyone around to give me shit about it.
2
Laikyn
“I can’t believe you dragged me toa sex party,” I whispered, feeling my cheeks flush but not from embarrassment.
If I were anyone else, I would’ve been appalled that the guy I’d been dating for nearly two months would be so presumptuous as to bring me to something as depraved as this.
I wasn’t for two reasons.
One, my mother was the one who had introduced me to Wes Carver, the son of one of her unsuspecting acquaintances—or future victims, as I liked to call them. He was the third guy she’d attempted to set me up with since I turned twenty-two nine months ago. I hadn’t yet figured out what she was up to—it wasn’t like Monica to play matchmaker for anyone, least of all me—but I was sure I would find out sooner or later. In the meantime, I was playing along.
And two … well, let’s just saydepravedwas right up my alley. I’d spent the better part of the past seven weeks attempting to get Wes Carver between the sheets, to no avail. He was holding out, which was the only reason I was still dating him—although I used the term loosely. It was more like hanging out while biding my time. If and when I fucked him, I would move on. It was what I did.
“It’s aparty,” Wes argued with a smile.
“Asexparty,” I corrected because,come on. No way could you look around this place and not thinkSex!!!Seriously, it was everywhere. In some cases, quite literally. I mean, shit, the girl on the couch, riding that guy’s dick … Even though they were both fully dressed, there was no pretending it was anything but fucking. The sad part was I actually envied her. Too bad Wes wasn’t as accommodating as the frat boy currently gripping her hips and moving her on his dick.
“You said you wanted to get out of your comfort zone.”
True, I had said that. “I was thinking more along the lines of zip-lining.”
