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“You’re cool if we keep going?”
I chew on a section of my hair as the warmth from my stomach spreads to my limbs. Whether I’m out here or in my room, I’ll still be able to hear them. They’ll still be fucking somewhere in the house. I can’t escape. But with me watching, I bet they won’t get so violent with each other. They’ll fuck, finish, and then I can get some peace.
“Whatever,” Candy says and returns to sucking him off.
He watches me from the corner of his eye to see if I really am okay with this situation. When I don’t react, he lays his head back on the cushions to enjoy himself. “Yeah, just like that, baby,” he says. “You suck me so good.”
I curl into a ball on the recliner. If I felt like my normal self right now, I might be interested in what’s happening. Taking notes on real-life BJs. But I don’t want to look at Troy’s dick. I miss Brody. Two days ago, we shared an intimate, amazing moment. Now he’s avoiding me again, which hurts more than when he rejects my advances. I don’t even care about sex. I wish he was here watching TV or playing a video game or working out. He could do anything. I only want him here.
I grab the tequila bottle from the coffee table and take a gulp. I’m ready for this evening to end.
“Hey, Paige, easy,” Troy says. “Go slow with it or you’ll end up puking.”
“Don’t worry about her,” Candy says, forcing Troy to meet her gaze. “Focus on this.” She hikes up her skirt, revealing an owl tattoo on her thigh, and then lowers herself onto him with a moan. She grinds her hips.
He grabs her waist to guide her. “Yeah, baby. Just like that.”
I set the bottle on the floor and hold my head. It’s swimming from the first shot.
Troy’s eyes dart back to me. “How do you feel, Paige?”
I let the world spin for a moment as weight presses into my chest.
Troy gives me another crooked grin. “Maybe you want to join us?”
Candy smacks his arm. “What the fuck, Troy?”
“What? You’re not curious? Girls know how to pleasure each other.”
“Asshole. You’re supposed to be focusing on me.”
“But Paige is sad. It would cheer her up.”
Candy stops grinding him. “Who cares about her? Hello? I’m on your dick.”
“Yeah. And it feels great. Keep going, babe.”
I roll my head from side to side. It’s like my skull is floating in a pool. Words spill from my fingertips.
Candy freezes, glaring at me. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
She stands and yanks her skirt down. “What did you call me, you fucking bitch?”
“Hey,” Troy says. “Calm down.”
“Don’t tell me to calm down. Defend me. That whore just called me a slut.”
I close my eyes. Why is she so angry? I hear her say that every time they have sex. I’m only stating facts. She’s Troy’s slut and she likes it. He smacks her and she likes it. He chokes her and she likes it. It’s fine if that’s her kink, but I don’t like getting smacked or choked, and I’d never call myself a slut.
After a second of staring at my blurry phone screen, I tap,
“You little cunt.”
That word jolts me enough to duck my head as she launches herself forward. Her dagger-like fingernails scratch my forearm as she snatches my phone. I try to wrestle it from her, but she smacks my hand away.
