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But still, the feeling persisted.
It was getting late. Jenny yawned.
“You ready to go back to the room?” I asked.
“Sure thing.” She linked her arm through mine, staying close.
Once we got inside, a spark of hope lit my chest. Maybe Iwasjust imagining it. Maybe everything was fine, and I was just looking for problems where there was nothing.
But then we made love.
Maybe it was because of all the shit going on in my head, but our sex seemed like it was about something more than mere penetration. It was the most physically intense experience of my life. Something was going on below the surface. We started with Jenny sucking me off, but it was more than that. She was trying to take everything I had. And I couldn’t get enough. The blow job led to sex—hard, driving, intense sex. I pounded into Jenny, giving her everything I had, and she seemed to relish it. Butwhen I exploded, reaching my release, I felt desperate. I came, but it wasn’t enough. I felt like I needed to brand her, to do something to mark her as mine for the whole world to see.
I felt raw, on edge, unsatisfied despite the depth of my pleasure. So, I was relentless. When I made Jenny come again, I wanted her to squirt for me. I wanted to own her from the inside out. When she came and gave me what I wanted, I initially felt satisfied. IknewJenny had never orgasmed like that before—she’d seemed shocked by her own body. But there was something else going on. It was that deeper connection that we had. I was giving myself to her while taking her. She was giving herself to me while takingme. It was physically intense, but there was also an edge to the exchange, a palpable desperation.
It felt like she was slipping away from me, and I didn’t know why. Being in the depths of pleasure with her, claiming her body, didn’t make the nagging feeling go away. It only made it worse.
Afterward, as we lay together, Jenny rested her head on my chest. She seemed more peaceful. I thought that maybe everything was okay.
Maybe, I thought as I drifted off to sleep.Maybe.
I wokeup because of the light. The room was pitch black except for one annoying beam, blinking and brightening the room. I squinted my eyes open. Jenny was hunched over on the other side of the bed, holding a phone.
Myphone.
I didn’t say anything. Instead, I lay there, watching. What the hell was Jenny doing on my phone? She’d never shown the slightest bit of interest in it. She never read over my shoulder, watched me as I checked my emails, or read a text, nothing.She’d never acted like she was jealous or suspicious. Why would she? She was my whole world, and I didn’t have the slightest bit of interest in anyone else.
But she was interested in my phone now. Her thumbs flew over the keyboard—she was writing something.
Instead of calling her out, I closed my eyes and waited. She didn’t know that I’d seen her. Before confronting her, I wanted to see what the hell she was doing.
After a few minutes, she put the phone down and quietly crept to the bathroom. I waited until I heard the door close, then grabbed my cell. Nothing was new in my messages, emails, or search history. Whatever she’d done, she’d covered her tracks. But actions taken on cell phones were quickly discoverable, especially if you knew where to look. I went into my deleted messages and found the ones she’d just sent.
My heart stopped.
She’d sent a text to Ramos.
She was posing as me.
I can make you an offer, but you have to move quickly.
For a moment, I was dumbfounded.Did I write that?But I hadn’t, and I knew I hadn’t. Jenny had sent Ramos that message. She didn’t even know who he was. She had zero idea about my business dealings. But Jenny had texted him. I’d just caught her in the act.
Ramos hadn’t responded—not yet. He would, of course. Everyone had a price, and he was no different. I turned my phone off and returned to my side of the bed. Jenny had posed as me and offered Ramos a bribe. I couldn’t believe it. I lay there, staring up at the ceiling, my mind racing. Why had she done it? What was her angle?
I couldn’t think straight. None of this made sense. Why on earth would she do that?
But then it hit me with a thud.
My fathersounded so smug on the phone earlier. He kept talking about Jenny and her influence over me. And now she’d offered Ramos a bribe for the deal my father had been pressuring me about.
Clearly, that had not been her idea.
But she’d done it. She’d done it, and she’d hidden it from me.
Jenny finished in the bathroom and crept back, unaware I’d discovered her betrayal. She climbed into bed and turned away from me, pretending to sleep. It was true, what I’d thought.
Everyone had a price.
