Page 98 of Worth Risking It

“Yes. There’s no reason to be upset.”

He shot a glance over his shoulder at Alberts who had frozen in mid movement, his elbows still lifted, the jacket partly over his arms. Seeming just as dumbfounded, he was staring at me with a sense of shock.

Jack forced a smile, put his hand on my hip, and leaned forward to kiss my cheek. “W-Welcome…h-home, darling. I…I-I’ve been so worried about you.”

Wrinkling my nose again, I leaned away, gently pressing on his shoulder to push him backward. “Dear, your boyfriend’s cock is all over your breath. Could you give me some space, please?”

The whites showing around his irises, he bowed his chin and tugged his nape, clearing his throat. “Look, Amanda, I don’t know what you thought you saw—”

Redirecting my concentration to the television, I turned it on and played the video. Moaning filled the air, mingling with the sound of mattress springs squeaking. Both men absolutely froze solid, gawking at the screen.

“See? I completely understand. Oh, look. This is my favorite part. Look.” I tapped the screen and snickered. “This part right here? That’s an awful lot of cocaine you’re eating out of Alberts’s asshole. And Dave.” I clucked my teeth, refolding my arms. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a man thrust so damn quickly. Watch. Look how fast you cum, Jack. You like that? You like your ass plowed?”

“Jesus…fuck,” he croaked, his complexion graying.

My head tipped, my lips twisted to the side. “You never fucked me like that. Perhaps if you had, I would have been more keen on giving up the back door. Gotta say, Jack.” I sighed, tucking my recently dyed black hair behind my ear. “I have to admit, this is kind of hot.”

Doing a doubletake, he bristled, his mouth clamping. “What, you like this?” he shouted, waving at the screen.

“Mm, let’s just say a kink has been unlocked.”

A tiny smile twitched his mouth, a glint sparking his irises. “Well, why didn’t you say something? We can—”

“You think Theodore will approve?”

His expression fell and Alberts cursed, my attention flitting to him for a moment. Jutting my chin, I asked, “What about your wife? How about we call her up, invite her over, and the four of us go at it like jackrabbits?”

He shook his head, utterly dismayed.

I huffed, my shoulders slumping. “Yeah, not such a good idea, huh? What, with you running for senate, and all. And you,” I snipped, glaring at my husband. “Your homophobic father just might decide to erase you rather than take the risk of people finding out, you think?”

His nostrils flaring, his fingers curled to fists, a redness washing out the gray. “Amanda…”

My lips pulled into a half-smile, I sashayed closer, my head tipped back to keep his stare. “I have nearly thirty copies of this SD card filled with hours of your little drug induced, gay menage trois.”

Snarling, he reached for the gun in his holster under his arm. Before he could withdraw it, however, both my guards had pulled theirs out, one on Jack, one on Alberts. He coughed, taking a tiny backward step.

“Those cards have been dispersed across the world, Jack. The world,” I emphasized, splaying my fingers out.

Seething, spit foaming in the corner of his mouth, he hissed, “I’ll fucking kill that fat cunt for this.”

My turn to be taken aback, my shoulders squared, my stomach bottoming out. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Chazzy!” he blasted, sweat trickling down his temple.

“What the hell does she have to do with this?”

Pointing at the television, the video still playing, he roared, “Her fucking friend. What, you’re telling me she had nothing to do with this?”

Fear iced my veins. Huh, a detail we’d failed to take into consideration. My mind spinning, I blurted, “She has nothing to do with this—”

“This isn’t a coincidence, Amanda!” he blasted, shaking his fists.

“It most certainly is, too.” Pointing to the taller of my guards, I lied. “He’s a PI, he’s been following you for months. I had no idea Dave knew Chazzy.”

His eyelids narrowing, his fingers were tapping the sides of his legs. “What the fuck you want? Huh? Why are you back? What do you plan to do with those cards?”

Taking a deep breath, I held it, folding my arms. My head tilting so I was peering down my nose, I exhaled with, “I don’t plan to do anything, honey.”