Page 32 of Wicked Titan

Asher. His taunting, sardonic words almost come as a relief when I comprehend that Grant isn’t the one holding me hostage. Why was I alarmed by Grant trapping me in a dark room more so than Asher? Fuck, I don’t know. Maybe it’s because Asher has pulled this stunt already. He’ll weave my notions into a bigger clusterfuck, leaving me to unsuccessfully sort it out. I struggle to get free, but his hold on me doesn’t falter.

“I tried to warn you. Here’s your proof.”

Proof? Proof of what? I’m still fighting against him as he easily moves back, sitting on a leather chair. He hauls me onto his lap, removing his hand from my mouth, and I suck in a deep breath, smelling the liquor on his breath as I shift to look back at him.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“You’re missing it.” He nods towards the balcony. I drag my eyes away from his sinister expression and search around, the people I saw before coming into focus in the soft light.

There’s no question that the bare ass in view is Grant’s as he pumps into the platinum blonde who has her legs wrapped around him … Allison.

Oh, shit.

My hands clutch my stomach. I think I’m going to be sick.

I move to stand up, but Asher holds me, seated snuggly on his lap, watching as Grant has sex with Allison of all people. She looks over Grant’s shoulder, straight at us as a wicked grin covers her face.

“You set this up,” I whisper into the dark room. I can’t tear my eyes away from her conniving face.

My guard was down, but his wasn’t.

He’s still playing his sick fucking mind games.

His lips brush against my exposed shoulder, warm breath on my skin. “I helped it along, but it’s his choice to drill her.”

“Let me go.”

“Hate me all you want, but you had to know the truth before …”

“Before what?”

“Before it was too late.”

I squirm against him as he finally releases his grip. Remaining seated, he makes no move to stop me.

Against my better judgement, I look back to the balcony where Grant is still screwing Allison. Slowly turning back to Asher, I see his eyes, even in the darkness, waiting on my reaction.

“It’s not like I’m dating him, so he can drill anyone he wants for all I care.” My voice wavers as Asher grins, knowing it’s the fact that it’s Allison—the bitch who’s tormented me and who Grant claimed to hate and refused to classify as a friend—the person I loathe most, other than Asher himself. “You can all go to hell.”

Rushing out of the room, I barely recall sprinting down the staircase, running as fast as I can to get away from Asher and all the destruction left in his wake.

Slamming the car door shut, I stare at the mansion, an unsettling feeling overcoming me. This is only the beginning of things to come.

24

It’s been over twenty-four hours, and I still can’t get the image of Grant and Allison out of my mind.

Laying across my bed, I shut off my ringing phone before tossing it onto the floor. There’s no one I want to talk to, least of all Grant who has called nonstop all day. Haley came in a close second. Mason has called more than usual since the big reveal of him and Haley’s newfound romance. But Asher, he’s eerily silent. Maybe because his latest shit show had the desired effect.

A light tap sounds on the door before Candace peeks her head in. “Hey, you have company.”

My heart drops, there’s no one I want to see in person either. That’s worse than dealing with them on the phone. “Who?”

“Grant.”

“Tell him I’m not here.”

“A little late for that. He’s waiting in the foyer.”