Chapter 4
EvanAnn
An alarm goes off, and Damon kisses me before getting out of bed. Hawk kisses my temple and leaves too. I’m too tired to move and snuggle back into the warmth Damon and Hawk left behind.
A hand shaking my hip wakes me. “Evan.”
I open my eyes and squint at Damon. “What?”
“You need to go to your own bed.” He rubs my hip under his covers. “I’m leaving for hockey.”
I nod and snuggle with his pillow. I don’t want to move an inch. His pillow smells like him. He chuckles and lifts me into his arms, dragging me from the warmth.
“But the bed will be cold.” I burrow my nose into his shirt as he walks into my room.
He lays me down and pulls the covers over me. I release an exasperated sigh at the cold bed and narrow my eyes on him. His jaw is bruised and my fingers itch to touch him there.
He didn’t answer me about who he got into a fight with. Was it Chase? Wasn’t the whole point of using me for revenge to prevent them from fighting Chase directly?
Smirking at my disgruntlement, Damon dips his head and kisses me like we have all day until I want to drag him into bed. When he stands, I sigh in disappointment.
“Are you coming to the game today?” He runs his hand through his hair.
“I don’t think so.” I never checked in with Mia.
When I texted her from the bathroom at the party, she was busy with a guy.
When Chase left me, I didn’t want to interrupt her to have her try to find me in the middle of nowhere.
She’s new to the area. And what if she was with Jackson Riordan? And she brought him with her?
Maybe he’s changed and maybe he hasn’t. I didn’t want to risk it.
Hawk was the right call last night.
Damon kisses my neck and a little shiver races through me. I bite my lip, hoping for more.
He straightens. “We’ll talk later.”
When he shuts my door, I roll over and close my eyes, but now I can’t go back to sleep. The bed doesn’t smell like him and it’s cold. It makes sense for him to move me in here in case someone comes upstairs and finds me in Damon’s bed, but I don’t like it. It’s not where I sleep.
I roll over and grab my phone from the charger.
There are messages from Mia, an unknown number, Chase, and another unknown number. The unknowns could be cast members. I gave everyone my number the first day. I just haven’t had the time to put all their numbers into my phone.
My cheeks flush at what or rather who I’ve been busy with.
Mia:
Where are you!?
Party got busted! Hope you weren’t here.
Made it over the fence before they got to the backyard
Are you busted?
Do you need me to come bail you out?
Except for the first text which was when I found out about Damon and Olivia, they’re all from last night after I was already back here. Maybe I should have called Mia to come get me. It felt like a lot to put on a new friendship.
Me:
Wasn’t at the party
Didn’t feel well. Went home
Mia:
Oh, thank god, I felt like the worst friend for leaving you
Me:
No worries
Mia:
Hockey scrimmage today. Wanna go?
Do I want to watch Damon, Cam, and Hawk on the ice? Yes. But I need to start prioritizing my own life again. And my priority is school and the play. I glance toward Damon’s bedroom. I can’t let them take over my life.
No matter how tempting they are.
Me:
I can’t *sad face emoji*
Have to work on homework and the play
Mia:
Coffee later?
But I want to have good friendships too, and coffee should take less time than the scrimmage. Besides, I need to tell her about Chase.
Me:
Yes, please
Mia:
I’ll text
I close her message. Taking a deep breath to prepare myself, I open the one from Chase. Will he be hateful or will he be remorseful? And would I really believe him if he was remorseful?
Chase:
Fuck, babe, got busted
Coming to get you now. Sorry I was a dick
Where r u? Fuck.
Are you home already?
Drove past your place. It’s being torn down?
Please let me know you’re okay
I feel like shit
I shouldn’t have left you
I look at the time stamps. He would have left me out there for three hours before he came looking for me. It also meant he went back to the party after ditching me. He did say he was going to find someone to fuck.
Why did he even bother texting me? I release my breath and focus on what he said about our house.
Our house is getting torn down. That gives me pause. I really did like living there and it was a good little house for us.
As for Chase, I need to be cordial to him since he’s a principle in my play. But that doesn’t mean I need to be nice to him.
Me:
I’m safe
No thanks to him. And then I silence the conversation, because I don’t really want to listen to whatever excuse he has for his behavior. I’m done.
I run a hand over my face, and my chest lightens. Done.
Rehearsal will be awkward for a while, but he’ll get over it.
And I know better for the future than to get involved with a self-absorbed actor like him ever again.
Not that the Devil’s trio aren’t full of red flags, but they aren’t asking me to date them.
Just fuck them, which the more they make me come, the more curious I am about the actual fucking part.
And after last night, I want to be the one who decides when I’m ready. Not someone pressuring me to fuck him to keep him. Like it’s my fault Chase cheated. Though I am curious what he gets out of our relationship because why would he ever think I’d take him back?
How desperate does he think I am?
And speaking of cheating, I need to talk to the Devil’s trio about letting other girls hang on them. Even at parties. Yes, I understand they don’t want our relationship to come out into the open, but that doesn’t mean they have to be so… giving to the female students.
I open one of the anonymous text conversations.
Unknown number:
Where u at, goody two-shoes?
Got busted last night
You coming to our game today?
This is Cam BTW
Me:
Sorry you got busted
No gotta catch up on homework
Unknown number:
Such a goody
I smile and shake my head. I save Cam’s number. Is it weird to want Cam, Hawk, and Damon? All three of them? Any girl would kill to have just one of them, but I have all of their attention.
Hawk thought it was all about Damon, and I would have taken his deal if it’d only been him.
I’m not sure that’s true. Without Cam and Hawk, I might have fought harder.
Damon can be a bully when he wants something.
But Hawk seduces, and Cam flirts. I don’t think I would have let Damon steamroll over me without them wearing me down.
We didn’t talk about it, but I guess we’re still good. They know I broke up with Chase. But what happens next? If I’m not being used to get info on Chase, does that mean they don’t want to play with me anymore? Did I miss my opportunity with the Devil’s trio?
They talked about exploring their darker desires. A shiver goes through me. So maybe that’s still on the table. Everything they’ve done only makes me want more. More of them.
They aren’t acting like it’s over. Hawk and Damon slept with me. Damon may not have said he was sorry, but the way he knelt before me last night made my heart race and thump so fucking hard.
Besides, Damon mentioned taking all three of their cocks inside me. At the same time. That hasn’t happened yet.
My body heats now just thinking about it. I squirm as my pussy pulses with need. Maybe they’ll keep me for that. Though Mia would probably do it right now, if they asked. Probably a lot of girls would jump at the chance. But most girls wouldn’t keep it to themselves.
I don’t know how long our arrangement will last. With Chase out of the picture, they could cut me off at any time. Maybe I should start taking advantage of the guys while I have their attention. I want to have sex with them, though I still worry about trusting them.
However, that night, with the butt plug, fingers in my pussy, and a cock in my mouth was epic. What will it feel like with three hot bodies pressing into me? I cross my legs against the needy ache forming.
I open the final text thread that came in after Chase’s texts.
Unknown number:
I thought I lost you
My heart stops and chills race down my spine.
My first thought is Jackson. But how would he have my number? We changed phone carriers and got new numbers when we moved to the house. I look at the number the text came from, but the area code is from this area. It could be a misdial or maybe someone in the cast trying to get ahold of me.
Actors can be pretty dramatic at times. I try to shake off the chill. That’s probably it.
Just because Jackson scared me when I was younger doesn’t mean he’s actively trying to find me.
The football game was probably coincidence.
It was summer when we hung out. I didn’t want to talk about Anteros with him.
For just that summer, I wanted to be EvanAnn, a girl.
Not a talented director and actor. I take in a cleansing breath and release it.
It’s probably not Jackson. I probably overinflated that moment in my mind. To him it might have just been a kiss.
Don’t make assumptions.
Me:
Hi, not sure if you’re trying to reach me, but check the number again
That’s a pretty non-threatening and nice way to say you might have the wrong number—if it’s a wrong number—without giving away information.
Unknown number:
I’m never losing you again, Evan
My heart thumps hard. It still might not be Jackson. It could be someone fucking with me. Like Chase. Or even someone like Olivia if she thinks I have a thing for Damon—or worse, Damon has a thing for me. That’s what he was worried about and why he let her hang all over him.
I block the number. If it’s a misunderstanding with one of the actors, they’ll have to tell me at rehearsal. But I’m not playing this game right now.
Damon