Page 13 of Payback
With that thought, my phone pops back into my mind. I’m desperate to look at the video and make sure you can’t see Roan’s face at all. Or heaven forbid, his dick. Things escalated more than I thought they would, so I probably need to delete whatever’s on my phone right the fuck now.
I scramble up off the bed, my legs like jello and my stomach a ball of nerves as I grab my phone from behind the TV. My eyes fly wide when I see the screen is illuminated and the recording is still going.
“Holy shit,” I whisper as I press STOP.
I swear I die a thousand deaths when I realise that I did in fact record our whole fucking session of fuckery and not just my little striptease. The thumbnail pops up and I cringe even though the image of me riding his lap reverse cowgirl style is kind of hot.
This is most definitely more than a striptease. It’s the whole enchilada with guacamole and jalapenos, and faces, and pussies, and dicks, and Magnum condoms slapped on like extras!
There’s no way in hell I can send this to Ghost Penis even if I trim out the sex stuff. It’s too much.
My thumb hesitates over the delete button because, quite perversely, I want to watch it first. I’ve never seen myself having sex before, so I guess I just want to see how it looks. And if I press that button, it’ll be gone forever. Boom. Not even a glance. Hitting delete means that Roan will become nothing more than a distant memory of a wild night I had in London when I had the best sex of my life. Meanwhile, the five shitty years I had with Ghost Penis will likely remain in vivid colour in the forefront of my mind until the day I die.
Roan clears his throat, and I look up to see him standing by the bathroom, light shining down on his erection. How is he hard again? He cocks his head. “Ready for round two of rebound fucking, Allie Harris?”
I squint at the glorious, delicious sight of him. I did this. I made this happen. This man, this moment, this wonderful night of passion is of my own making. Keeping the video for my eyes only is all the payback I need to move on with my life.
I smile at Roan and remove my finger from the delete button and click the power button instead. “Definitely ready.”
And I’m definitely keeping this South African safely inside my phone for as long as I can. What’s the worst that could happen?
