Page 48 of Sinful
“She’s a man? She’s married? She’s pregnant? She’s got a STD?”
Dacre’s eyes once again swivel in my direction and this time Nix’s do too. I shrug. “I’m just saying that none of those are deal breakers. That’s all.”
“She’s been lying to us,” Nix grunts.
“We’ve established that,” Dacre points out. “She lied about the thirty million.”
Nix grits his teeth. “It’s not the only thing she’s been lying about,” he mutters. “I had sex with her last night. When I pulled my cock out, there was blood on it.”
“So what?” I don’t even care. She’s probably on her period. I should have thought to get her some pads or tampons because I can bet the other two wouldn’t have thought about it. I stand, ready to head to the store.
Dacre obviously has the same thought. “She probably started her period, or you were too rough with her.”
“That’s just it. I was fucking gentle with her and she’s not on the rag. She wasn’t bleeding this morning.”
Dacre shakes his head. “You can’t be suggesting you popped her cherry.”
I stop in my tracks, not expecting this. Now I really wish I’d fucked her when I had her to myself. There’s nothing so satisfying than knowing you’re going somewhere no one has been before.
“I’m not suggesting it. I’m stating it explicitly. Last night Lucinda Waldgrave, Whore of Hollywood was a virgin.”
The bathroom door opens. Sinful emerges with wet hair dangling over a white towel that she’s wrapped round herself. How much do I want to rip it off and examine every part of her, as though that will tell me the truth about what Nix is saying? She doesn’t see the three pairs of eyes scrutinizing her as she pads to the bedroom and softly closes the door behind her.
“You’re wrong,” Dacre says as though saying it will make it true.
“I fucking felt it. I know I’m right.”
“She can’t be.”
Nix licks his lips. “But she was.”
I think back to all the newspaper articles I’ve read about Sinful. All the men with stories about fucking her in the backs of sports cars or on set. Is it possible that every single one of them was a lie? “If Sinful is lying, then so are all the men that professed to fucking her.”
“Maybe it’s all Hollywood propaganda?” Dacre says, pulling out his father’s whiskey.
“And New York Propaganda,” I add, “and Madrid Propaganda and London Propaganda and...”
“Enough,” Nix snaps. “We get the picture. She’s supposedly fucked everyone in the northern hemisphere.”
Not just the Northern Hemisphere. “And Sydney propaganda and São Paulo prop...”
“Will you shut the fuck up for one second and let me think?” He reaches out and takes Dacre’s whiskey glass and drinks the whisky down. “It’s not even the men she’s been linked to. Before I fucked her, she told me that her father’s friend took her virginity years ago. That’s why she broke up with me.”
I snort. “Now that sounds like bullshit I’d make up. I’d say that I can’t believe you fell for it, but I guess you’d believe anything to get into her panties. She played you like a fiddle.”
“She played us all like fucking fiddles,” Nix growls, then throws the glass. It smashes on the wall, sending shards of glass raining down onto Dacre’s mom’s carpet.
Dacre doesn’t have time to pitch his usual fit when the door buzzes. It’s not the phone for the front door to the apartment building, but the door to the apartment itself. The concierge must have let whoever it is up without calling first. I glance over at him. “Who would be allowed up here without calling first?”
Dacre runs his hands through his hair, a manic look on his face. “Uh, I don’t know. My parents? The police? Peter fucking Waldgrave and his merry fucking men?”
The door bell rings again and is followed by a harsh knocking. With no one else going for the door, I decide to open it. “Will you all chill the fuck out? It’s unlikely to be Dacre’s parents knocking at the door, and if it’s the police, so what? I’m pretty sure Sinful wants to stay with us now, so no crime has been committed.”
I pull back the door and stop it so the others can’t see. I must have smoked too much, or the eggs I made for breakfast were bad.
“Who is it?” I hear Dacre striding up beside me. He stops short when he sees who it is. “Fuck.”
“Is she here?” the vision in front of me says.
