Page 95 of Chandelier Sin
She was a “no drama” sub and we always admired those.
Which was a little too perfect.
I hated being proven right when it came to Greyson. My ego didn’t need the boost. What I did need was to know he was in safe hands. But when I walked back into the bedroom, Amelia was propped up on a pillow with her smartphone in her hand, texting.
Stalking back in, I reached for the phone and snatched it out of her hand—privacy be damned.
As I read the screen, a dark cloud of suspicion formed.
“What’s wrong?” she snapped.
She’d been texting someone named “Charlie” back and forth.They were sending each other memes and hearts and a few banal messages as far as I could tell.
I turned the phone toward her. “Who is this?”
“My girlfriend.”
“Is she a member of Pendulum?”
“Yes.”
“She knows about Greyson?”
“Yes.”
“You signed a non-disclosure.”
She looked worried.
“Any mention of him is illegal.” I shook my head. “You realize that, right?”
“I thought it was just about his business and stuff like that.”
I held her phone closer. “You just texted that he fucked you in front of another guy.”
Her lips moved but no words came out—she was rendered speechless.
“Amelia, you can’t share this. Do you not understand?” I let out an exasperated sigh. “How old are you?”
“Twenty-one.”
“That was rhetorical.”
Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill.
“You signed a confidentiality agreement. Which means anything you do, see, or hear with Greyson is private.”
“I know.”
“People don’t want to know about your…”
“My what?”
Because we were worse, and she didn’t deserve to be shamed for loving sex.
Greyson appeared by my side. “What’s going on?”
Amelia sat up. “He has no right to look at my messages.”
