Page 121 of Bitter Lies

“Curious?” he mocks, and even though it irritates me, I let him think it because the alternative is worse.

“Well?”

His mouth curves up in a delicious smirk. “They’re memories I threw in a box and forgot about.”

Eyeing him suspiciously, I’m given no time to ponder the veracity because he’s on to the next question. “If Jason isn’t the reason, then why the breakdown?”

Shifting uneasily in my seat, I look away. Why the damn third degree? What is he looking for?

“I just fell apart.”

“That’s all?”

“Yes!”

“You just fell apart…and ended up practically comatose in your damn bed?”

“Yes!”

“I don’t buy it,” he rasps.

“Too damn bad. Why do you really keep inviting Jason to parties? You hate him,” I demand.

Sitting back, he eyes me with a curious expression before licking his bottom lip. “Because I want to know why.”

“Why what?”

“Why him? Is he a good fuck? Did he tell you pretty lies?”

“You’re being absurd.”

“Just tell me.” He’s so fucking intense, I turn away but his next words bring me to my knees.

“Why him? Why not…” With a grimace, he looks away avoiding my gaze.

“Griffin?”

“Whatever…maybe you were just drunk on his dick.”

“Nice.” The urge to tell him off is tripping over my tongue, but I bite my fucking lip instead, wishing it was his wicked damn tongue.

“Your story doesn’t make sense, you know. You’ve been insisting you don’t like Jason, but now you’ve made up a completely disgusting story about rape to get back at him. Did you lie about the video?”

My heart stops in my chest, and for a moment, all I feel is complete panic as I whisper, “Video?”

How many fucking videos does Jason have? And how many has Griffin seen?

“Yes,” he says impatiently before pausing, “the one I told you about. Why, is there more?”

Shaking my head vehemently, I force my eyes wide and ignore the sick slide in my chest. “No, of course not.”

“There is,” he says, leaning forward with vicious intensity. “What are you hiding?”

Pushing back from the table, I grab the back of the chair to steady myself. “Nothing!”

“Why did you take the necklace?” He stands with me and I shrink under his fucking penetrating gaze.

“What? The necklace again? I told you—”

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