Page 31 of Watch Me
“We all have work. Just take a shot,” Ashtyncoaxed.
I shrugged as Ethan looked over at me. “It’s not like we do this every night.”
Ethan groaned and grabbed his shot glass. Without another word, we cheered and downed the shots of Fireball. A few songs later, Ashtyn sang. We did more shots, and before we knew it, we were all buzzed. Rhys sang again, Rachel sang, and they kept trying to get me and Ethan to get upthere.
“It’s your turn, big brother,” Ashtyn stated as she slid the sign-up sheet and book of song choices in front ofhim.
He looked at me as though to ask if he should. “If you do it, I’ll do it,” Ioffered.
Rachel and Ashtyn started to chant, “Do it. Do it. Do it.”
Ethan sighed. “One song and that’s it. I never want to do this again.”
I smirked. I’d had a feeling he’d do it, but that also meant I had to sing too. It was later in the night, maybe close to midnight, and I was hopeful that everyone was drunk and wouldn’t make fun of me. I didn’t have a good singing voice—not like Rhys and Ashtyn who clearly sang karaokeoften.
Ethan took some time picking out a song while he sipped a beer. I looked over his shoulder, still not having a clue what I was going to sing. “All right.” He chugged the rest of his beer and then kissed my lips. “I’m ready.”
I grinned like a fool as I watched him turn and make his way to the DJ. He handed him the sign-up sheet and then walked up onto stage. The moment the guitar started to strum, I knew exactly what song Ethan had chosen. It wasn’t a song from our past or the ones we’d danced to at prom. It was a more recent song, and I loved it. The style—the words—everything about the songwasEthan. He was forty-two and rustic in his own way. I wouldn’t say he was an old soul, but he was country. He drove a truck afterall.
Ethan started to sing about love being more precious than gold. That it couldn’t be bought or sold. When he sang the next verse, the one about having a woman with eyes that shined, his gaze locked with mine and my heart melted for the second time that night. When Rhys had sung to Ashtyn, I was jealous, wanting to know what it was like to have a man sing to me. I had that now because, at that moment, Ethan was singing to me from his heart. It felt as if the songwriter who wrote the song “Millionaire,” sung by Chris Stapleton, was written for us. It was silly, of course, and maybe I could blame it on the alcohol coursing through my veins, but Ifelteveryword.
Ashtyn gasped, and I pried my eyes away from Ethan for a second. “What?” Iasked.
“My brother’s in love with you.”
I grinned and said the only thing I could because it was the truth. “Yeah, he is.”
Daisy.
When a parent names their child Daisy, they probably assumed their little girl would grow up to be as pure and innocent as the namesuggested.
Daisy Witt was anythingbut.
Since Amy, I’d still been keeping watch on several of the women who attended Lakeshore University. I wanted to keep my options open, and when I’d watched Daisy for the first time, I knew she needed to be next. She wasn’t supposed to be. In fact, she was the ninth person I was using for myentertainment.
Amy Kenny - #1
Reagan McCormick - #2
Michelle Cable - #3
Fiona Jones - #4
Pat Wood - #5
Samantha Pitman - #6
Wendy Ballard - #7
Debbie Taylor - #8
Daisy Witt - #9
But the more I watched Daisy, the more I wanted her to be next. And I wasn’t the only one watching her. Daisy Witt did live solo porn for coins. She reminded me ofher, the one who made me watch her have sex for money because she wanted me to learnhow. She always thought she was in control. I wasn’t sure if she was still living. I didn’t care.
I was in controlnow.
Daisy might not have sex with her watchers, but she was no different fromher. I’d heard of young girls being strippers to pay for college, but this was more. More than taking off her clothes for money. She was spreading her legs and doing whatever was asked of her if the price was right.
