“That son of a bitch!”
I move around the room, using a random piece of clothing to clean up all the mess between my legs, my mind already running through everything that just happened.
The haze from the drugs is gone. Completely. And now I’m thinking clearly again.
What the fuck was that?!
I didn’t exactly get what I wanted out of it, since the jerk didn’t even bother helping me reach an orgasm, but the memory of it still lingers in my body, refusing to fade as quickly as it should.
My pussy is still pulsing from the emptiness his cock left behind.
I exhale slowly, steadying myself, one hand resting against the wall as I glance toward the door. I remain where I am, staring at it like it might open again.
Then it hits me. The flash. The phone. The position I was in.
My stomach clenches, the realization settling in fast and heavy, wiping out whatever was left of that haze.
“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me…” I let out a dry, disbelieving laugh, running a hand through my hair as I start pacing the room. “That fucking asshole.”
My voice comes out sharper now, echoing against the walls as I glance around like he might still be somewhere close.
“He takes a picture and just leaves?” I mutter, scoffing under my breath. “Who the hell does that?”
I grab the nearest thing off the vanity and hurl it at the door hard enough for it to shatter on impact, frustration building with every second.
“Unbelievable…” The word barely leaves my lips before something cuts through the noise downstairs.
A scream. Not the drunk, playful kind.
Sharp.
Panicked.
Then another one follows.
I spin toward the door, my body going tense as more voices erupt outside, messy and out of control.
“What the hell…?!” I don’t waste time. I grab my clothes, pulling them on quickly, not even bothering to fix anything properly before heading out, my steps fast as I move through the hallway.
The noise only gets worse the closer I get. Shouting. Confusion. People talking over each other.
I make my way down the stairs, forcing myself through the crowd, irritation already building at the chaos—until I see where everyone’s looking.
By the pool. Someone’s being dragged out, clothes soaked, limbs heavy, the water around him still rippling from whatever just happened.
My mind blanks for half a second before it finally hits me. My chest tightens, my breath catching as everything around me starts to blur, the noise around us fading into the background while the image sinks deeper than it should.
The second it clicks, something cold settles deep in my stomach as I push forward without thinking, my voice breaking through the noise before I can stop it.
“VINCE!! NOOO!”
Chapter 5
Sierra
I shove through the crowd, barely registering the people stumbling out of my way until I finally break through the chaos.
He’s on the ground now, water dripping from his clothes, pooling beneath him against the concrete. The guy next to him is soaked just the same, down on his knees beside him, completely focused on him and nothing else.
