Page 85 of Waiting Forever
I swallow back the moan pushing up my throat. Dampness spreads between my legs and it has nothing to do with leftover shower water. My chest rises and falls with my heavy breathing. One more word from him, and I will come.
A knowing grin tilts his lips as his gaze takes in my body and all the signs of my obvious arousal. From his words! And the mental image of his head between my legs.
“Should I go for the goal?”
I’m about to beg “yes” when my phone rings from the other room.Geez.I don’t remember turning the volume that loud.
Distracted and annoyed, I race into the kitchen and snatch the phone from the counter.
It’s Isa. Before, she had only texted. Now, she’s calling. I hit Ignore and set down the phone.
It rings again.
I hit Ignore.
A text comes through.
You’re ignoring me. I deserve it. But please…I have huge information for you about Prescott and an even bigger apology to offer. I’m disgusted with myself for not believing you, but I want to make it right and now I have proof it was Prescott who arranged the attack. I think it will help your lawsuit against him. Please call me. Even if you decide to hate me forever, let me help you. Do what you need to do with this video. If you have any questions or want more info I’m here. And I’m so sorry for everything.
A video comes in the next text. I’m too stunned from her apology and info about Prescott, I don’t stop it from playing or even go to a private area.
Prescott sits at the poolside bar at his house, drinking a half-filled bottle of whisky with Isa’s boyfriend Mase, Liam, and Chad, one of the guys who attacked me. I only know it’s him because of our lawsuit against him and his partner in crime and their arrests. Before that, I struggled to recall their faces. I’d never seen them until that horrid day.
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Prescott takes a shot and slams the bottle on the granite bar top. “The bitch needs to pay for humiliating me in my own fucking house at my own fucking party.”
Mase and Liam take sips from another whiskey bottle.
“Make a sex tape and release it,” Chad says. “Hell, I’ll hide and video it for you so she’s all on display. No question about who it is.”
“I want something worse, something more violating of the little whore.” Prescott chugs another shot, and his eyes narrow with thought. A moment later, a wicked grin eases across his face. “I got it. Something far worse than a sex tape and all the punishment she deserves.”
The guy takes a swig from Prescott’s bottle. “Are you going to tell us or just sit there with that mastermind grin on your face?”
Prescott shoots him a glare and then laughs. “I’m going to do more than tell you. You volunteered your services and I’m going to use them to my fullest advantage. Are you still friends with Tucker?”
He shrugs. “I see him now and then.”
“He still into dark shit?” Prescott asks.
“If you mean gang banging, he is.”
Liam and Mase exchange a worried glance.
“He dabbles.” Chad takes another shot from the bottle.
“I don’t need to know all the details,” Prescott says. “In fact, it’s better I don’t. Just promise me this. You get with Tucker and let him know I’m sending a hot piece of ass in need of violating his way. I’ll serve that tight pussy of hers up on a silver platter and whatever else he wants to do to her is fair game. Hell, I’ll even pay him.”
Chad sits taller, his focus laser-sharp on Prescott. “If money is involved, then I’ll help him execute the plan and get a little ass myself. Wouldn’t be my first rodeo.”
Mase’s skin pales. “You’re not serious, are you?”
Prescott slides him an angry glare. “The fuck do you care if I am? She’s a dirty little whore who fucking cheated on me in my room on my fucking bed! With one of my best friends. She deserves what she has coming.”
Liam tugs his shirt collar. “He’s fucking with us. Had too much to drink is all,” he says to Mase.
“Yeah, sure I am.” Prescott sends Chad a knowing grin. His gaze swings to Mase. “If you can’t handle the conversation and little joking, you can always let yourself out. You know where the door is. Just don’t think you’ll ever be getting back in if you leave.”
