Chapter 27 #3
“Have you ever had them both at the same time?” Beverly asks, sipping her champagne. “If not, you’re missing out. Kane, especially, knows how to show a girl a good time.”
The room feels like it’s tilting, and sounds are thinning around me. I need to get out of here.
“What’s the matter?” she asks with fake concern as she places her hand on my shoulder. “Oh, you didn’t know?”
I shake her off. “You’re lying.”
Twisted, tinkling laughter escapes from her full lips. “Oh, sweetheart, don’t be na?ve.” She steps closer, flute pressed to her chest. “Why don’t you ask him yourself? I’m sure he’ll tell you the truth. In fact…” Her voice drops. “Why don’t you ask him where he was last Wednesday?”
Something inside me caves in. The truth is right there in front of me, and although I’m not ready to face it, she’s forcing the blade in even deeper. I thought I had come to understand all shades of grief over the past year, but this is something entirely different.
Beverly leans in closer, the swell of her enhanced breasts brushing against my arm. “I’ll tell you where he was,” she whispers near my ear. “He was inside me. Pounding that deliciously thick cock into me again and again and again. After I had already sucked him off and swallowed his cum.”
With that, she saunters away, and I’m left mortally wounded among the debris her landmine set off.
How could I read so much into what we had?
How could I be so na?ve to think any of it was real?
While I was falling helplessly in love with him, he was busy fucking the senator’s wife behind my back.
How many times did they sleep together? Did he fuck her and then come to me? Did he fuck me after he’d fucked her?
Kane is busy talking to Cash, their heads close together. I’m about to leave when Mr. Ravencourt joins me by the window, holding a glass of whiskey. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost, Miss Holt.”
I feel a brush of his fingers against my backside and freeze.
He takes a long sip of his whiskey, casual as anything, before squeezing my ass.
I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me. Maybe it is everything that’s happened in the last ten minutes, but I don’t move. Not even when my brain screams at me to smack him, to tell him to get his filthy hands off me.
Kane looks over like he knows something is wrong. Before he can move, Beverly puts her hand on his arm and bats her wispy lashes. Cash is gone. It’s just Kane, the senator, and his pervy wife, and, of course, Kane’s dad with his hand on my ass, hidden from view by his angle.
“You know, sweetheart, I’ve heard you fuck my son,” he says. “With a tight little ass like this, it’s no wonder you’re a screamer. A sweet thing like you probably struggles to take Ravencourt cock in those tight holes of yours, hmm?”
His crude words snap me out of it, and I finally slap his hand away. “Don’t touch me.”
“You look a little flushed.” He smirks behind his whiskey glass like a creep. “Was it something I said, perhaps?”
“Go to hell!” I dodge his amused gaze, careful to slip away when Kane isn’t looking, though I don’t need to worry. The senator’s wife has his attention now, nearly draping herself over him, short of actually humping him like a dog.
I’m almost running by the time I finally exit through the dining room doors. I don’t want to cry over Kane again, but it’s a lost cause. That’s why tears are already streaming down my cheek when I take the next turn, only to slam into a hard chest.
In hindsight, I should have known this would happen. The universe seems to take too much pleasure in watching me suffer, and I was never going to escape unnoticed. It was too much to hope I could make it home before breaking down.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Cash holds me by my arms, his concerned gaze scanning my face. I hiccup—that’s what a sorry state I’m in—and struggle to find my words, but I’m crying too hard. Cash looks like Kane, and all I want is to get home and hide.
“Talk to me,” he says, wrapping me up in his arms.
I let him hold me for all of five seconds before pushing away and wiping my cheeks.
I can’t keep falling apart like this. I’m stronger than that.
I have to be. Kane’s just a man. He shouldn’t have the power to hurt me like this, even though he does, and now I have no one to talk to.
I can’t tell my mom about this. Even if she could somehow hear me, I don’t want my heartbreak to be the last thing she hears. Why am I such a mess?
“Talk to me.” Cash strokes my arm, respecting my need for space.
I wipe the damn tears away, but more fall. I just want to get out of here; instead, I take a deep breath and ask, “Is it true?”
Cash frowns, looking thrown. “Is what true?”
“That you fucked her? You and Kane?”
Realization dawns, and his lips thin.
I haven’t even brought up the senator’s wife yet, and now I don’t need to because his expression says it all. They fucked her. Kane fucked her.
Before Cash can come up with excuses or try to persuade me to stay, I head for the front doors. He yells after me, but I don’t stop, and he doesn’t follow.