3. X
X
Grayson clapped his hands together, quieting the crowd of people who’d gathered around my dead body. “So! Who do we think killed Silas Vane?”
Nobody said anything.
The silence hung in the air like the smell of sex.
I opened one eye from my corpse position on the ground.
Everyone stared. There was a lot of dishevelled clothing that had clearly been put on in a hurry. Messy hair. Swollen lips. Even a few hickeys appearing on necks that had been blemish free when the night had started.
But zero guesses at who had murdered me.
Rude.
I threw my hands up in the air. “Am I the only one who could commit to a game night? While I was lying on a cold, hard floor, pretending to be dead for what I can only assume was several hours—”
Grayson looked down at me. “It was about fifteen minutes before you disappeared—”
“Like I said, several hours. Side note, do you know what that does to a man’s spine?
No, you don’t. Because none of you committed to the bit.
Shame on all of you who were too busy getting freaky to even try.
” I peered around at each of them in turn.
“I saw you, War, with that ball gag in your mouth. Bet you weren’t thinking about who killed me when Bliss was smacking you with a fur flogger! ”
War squinted at me. “Yeah, that didn’t happen—”
I cut him off with an accusatory glare. “Didn’t it? Or are you lying, like you did when questioned over your whereabouts the night of the murder?”
War pinched the bridge of his nose. “Nobody questioned me—”
“Because they were too busy getting freaky!” I huffed dramatically.
Then sighed. Clearly these people had not been brought up with the competitive game nights I had.
My family would have rocked this. Not that I ever would have let them come to a murder mystery at a sex club because eww.
This was not the sort of thing I wanted to do with people I shared a last name with.
That privilege was reserved for Violet and Fang. I rubbed my eyes, still trying to forget the way I’d walked in on Violet’s brother in a very compromising position.
I was never going to unsee his white ass.
And I’d forgotten what I was talking about.
I stared at them all for a second, while they clearly waited for me to continue.
Thankfully, the ADHD let me focus for half a second and I recovered my train of thought.
“While you were all… otherwise occupied,” I said, gesturing vaguely to the room and all the questionable life choices that had taken place in it, “I was lying here. Helpless. Vulnerable. A victim.”
“Tragic,” Trigger muttered.
“Thank you for your empathy,” I shot back. “Now. People came and went. Some of you came multiple times. Again, no judgment. Actually, a little judgment, but mostly admiration.”
Violet covered her face. “Oh my God.”
Whip sniggered. “You were one of those people who came, X.”
I pointed an accusatory finger at him, fully in my Silas Vane character. “Sir! How would you know that? Are you admitting to having sex with the corpse?”
Whip’s eyebrows furrowed. “Pretty sure that’s not what I said.”
I winked at him. “But you wanted to…”
“Also, definitely no.”
“Just a little bit?”
“Are you asking me to touch your butt again, X?”
I clenched my cheeks at the though. No thank you. “It was Violet!”
Whip chuckled. “Who touched your ass or who murdered you?”
“Very funny,” I deadpanned, getting up off the ground, covering my butthole as I walked past him, just in case he got any ideas. “Seraphina was the murderer. She murdered Silas because he was such an incredible lover she never wanted him to have another.”
Violet raised an eyebrow. “I did?” She shuffled through her clue cards. “How did you work that out? Was there an admission of a relationship between them somewhere I missed?” Her face went pink, like she was remembering exactly why she might have missed the clues.
She had been a little busy, getting DP’d and all that.
I grinned. “Nah, I snuck a look at the answer card when Hayden had his dick in the glory hole.”
Everyone turned to stare at the club owner, quiet laughter trickling around the room.
I patted him on the back. “So, when is the next murder mystery night?”
He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, a bright pink blush on his cheeks. “We’ll let you know.
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