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“Okay, maybe you are a bit of a hoe. But come on, he’s hot, married or not, I’d ride that dick any day,” she says, her tone serious. Seconds later, she’s throwing her head back and laughs.
“This is serious,” I tell her as my phone starts ringing. I reach it as a message comes through. It’s an unknown number—one I don’t recognize Opening the message, I see a video, and the minute it starts playing my heart sinks.
My phone falls, and I am afraid I won’t be able to pick it up.
It’s me and Whiskey. In his gym as he…
“Lottie, that’s you,” Emma says, coming up behind me looking at my phone.
His hands are in my hair, my legs are wrapped around his waist…
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Emma says.
“Asshole,” I say, but I can’t look away. It’s like a train wreck happening right in front of my eyes. The hottest train wreck I’ve ever seen. One that I can’t look away from.
I can feel his hands all over my body, as if I am right back in that night all over again. How could I have been so stupid?
“My father will disown me. This could ruin him,” I say, who else has this, and who sent it to me?
“I’m more worried about you than him.” Emma comes up behind me, drops to the floor, and wraps her arms around my waist. She’s right. Something like this getting out could absolutely ruin my reputation. “Call the number.” I do, as she stays where she is.
“Bunny, I see you got my message.”
No hello, no nothing.
“You presumed right, asshole.”
“Oh, come on, Bunny. Is that any way to speak to your future husband?”
“My what?” I scoff at him, and I can feel Emma tense behind me.
“I didn’t stutter, now…”
“You are already married.” I stop him from going any further.
“Was. I was married.”
“Were you married when we were together?”
“Tell me, would that upset you if I was?”
“Yes.”
“Oh Bunny, do you want me.”
I scoff at his words.
“In your dreams.”
“I’ve dreamt of you, Bunny, have you dreamt of me?” Emma squeezes me from behind. “Bunny, one of my men should almost be there. Open the door for him.” Just as he speaks a knock sounds. I hang up the phone and look back to Emma.
Another knock reverberates in the space as my phone rings.
“I’m not answering that,” I tell her.
“That’s okay, I will.” She stands and brushes her hands down her shorts before she walks to the door and pulls it open. The knock comes again, and my phone keeps on ringing, but I leave it on the ground. Emma pulls open the door, and I see a glimpse of a man dressed in a suit.
“Lottie Snow.”
