Page 84 of Bitter Lies

“Huh, you fucking ruined my reputation, and now you’re gonna be a bitch, too?” he says, shaking his head in disappointment.

“What are you talking about?”

“Sit.”

Crossing my arms, I look him over with distaste. “No.”

“You’ll want to sit for this,” he says with a smirk, and cautiously I sit down, damning my life and the place this shit has in it.

“Well?” I snap.

“C’mon, you lied. Why, I don’t know, but I suspect it’s because you’ve been panting after Hathaway and wanted to save face.”

“I didn’t lie,” I spit, clenching my hands beneath the table, for I’m afraid of what I might do if I don’t.

I want to tear into his skin, I want to hurt him as I’ve hurt, but I also want to run away, as I’ve always done, and it’s this that keeps me glued to my seat.

“Please. You asked for it. You begged, Halsey. I have it on video. What’s your fucking excuse now?” he sneers.

“I was wasted, and when I came to, I said no. You didn’t stop!”

“Yeah, well, after teasing us all and inviting us in, what did you expect? We were all drunk and reckless. You’re going to accuse me of rape after?”

“Jason, whatever you misinterpreted,” I say, forming air quotes with the word, “no means no.”

“Whatever,” he chuffs. “You’re a pathetic bitch who thought she could dupe me. Well, I won.”

“What?” I’m fucking thrown by this as I stare at him, bewildered.

“You think I didn’t know about Hathaway? The fucker baited me about you from the minute we started dating. The only reason I entertained it was because of pussy, and whether you choose to own up to it or not, you asked for it.”

“I did not,” I whisper, but there’s a niggle of doubt because I don’t remember a lot, and there’s a chunk of time missing.

Did I ask him to fuck me? All of them? Does it matter? I asked them to stop, and they didn’t.

Rubbing my forehead, I mutter, “What do you want?”

“Make it right, or I share the video,” he demands, crossing his arms over his chest.

My lips are numb as I lick them carefully. “What video?”

Smirking, he pulls up his phone and presses Play, handing it to me. Fumbling, I turn the sound down as my voice says clearly, “C’mon, baby, I thought you wanted this?”

“Of course, I do,” Jason purrs, making my skin crawl as he pushes his hand below my skirt, and I arch into him.

“Mm, yeah, let’s get you ready,” he growls, and I smile at him through lidded eyes, but my gaze is blank.

I’m supremely wasted, and it’s easy to see, but maybe fuckwad didn’t care, or maybe douches like him think with their dicks, I don’t know.

The video moves away, showing a couple of Jason’s friends sitting around us watching, and to my shame, I moan when Jason flips my skirt up, and the guy’s whistle and catcall.

What was I thinking?

“Fuck, baby, you’re so hot. You wanna please me, right?”

“Yes,” I mumble, bucking into his hand.

“Good. The boys here want a little taste. How about you suck Kieran’s dick?”

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