Page 71 of Truth or Dare

“Nothing,” I muttered, focusing on the drawer as I rifled through it.

Hudson tightened his grip, not letting me avoid him. “Presley?”

“It’s done. Doesn’t matter now.”

He stepped closer, wrapping his arms around me, pulling me against his chest. “Tell me,” he murmured, his voice low.

I swallowed, meeting his intense blue gaze. “He was drunk.”

Hudson’s face darkened. “Did he hurt you? Force anything?”

“No,” I whispered, feeling my throat tighten. “But he took photos—ones I didn’t even know he had. I found them on his phone. Naked ones.”

His jaw clenched, his body tensing. “I’ll kill him.”

“That’s why I didn’t tell you. I deleted them, but I don’t know if he sent them to anyone. His friends… they’d find that funny.”

Hudson’s fists were balled up, his eyes flashing with rage. “How’d he get them?”

“He must’ve set up a camera in his pool house. I didn’t even know. I changed into my bikini a few times and that must’ve been when he took them.”

I tapped the box of cameras with my nail. “That’s why I want you to plant these. We’ll tap into his Wi-Fi.”

Hudson frowned, a hint of worry in his gaze. “And what? Blackmail him with his own dirty tactics?”

“Exactly,” I said through gritted teeth, anger pulsing through me.

Hudson sighed. “Pres, don’t sink to his level.”

I exhaled sharply, frustrated. “Then help me find whatever else he’s hiding. There has to be something here. I’m just glad I never… I never gave him anything more.”

Hudson pocketed the box, nodding slowly. “If there’s more, we’ll find it. But let’s do this smart. I’ll get a scanner next time so we don’t waste any chances.”

“What do we do tonight, then?” I asked, rubbing my hands together, an idea forming.

Hudson raised an eyebrow. “Go easy on him?”

I smirked. “Nah. Small changes. Pranks. Make his life hell in tiny ways.”

He chuckled. “Like what?”

“Oh, you know… camp games,” I teased, nudging him.

“Camp games?” he asked, incredulous. “And when did you go to summer camp?”

I grinned. “Cheer camp, eighth grade. Pranks were half the fun. You ever heard of short-sheeting?”

Hudson rolled his eyes. “How the hell does that work?”

“Fold the top sheet up so they can’t slip their feet under. It drives people nuts,” I explained with a wicked grin.

He shook his head, laughing softly. “Too obvious. He’d know someone was in here. We have to be subtle if you want this game to last.”

I smirked, an idea sparking. “What if we… make it a dare?”

“A dare?” he asked, his eyes narrowing in intrigue.

“Yeah,” I said, leaning in close, my hand trailing up his chest. “Wednesday, let’s say… in his bed?”

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