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Easy… but dangerous. My clothes protect me. When I’m wearing them, no one can see how fucked up I am.
“Come on, gorgeous.” Someone else comes to stand behind me, their fingers cool as they slide along my other strap. “We could all go for a swim. Don’t you want to go for a swim with the Royals?”
That does sound nice. The guy in front of me is incredibly handsome. I could do worse. Ihavedone worse… so much worse.
My ex-boyfriend’s face flashes into my mind—twisted, manic, desperate.
“Hey! Leave her alone, you vultures!” Kat calls out.
Her voice is the signal my brain needs to finally snap out of it. I weakly slap away a hand trying to drag my strap past my elbow, turning away from those clutching fingers.
“Fuck you!” I drop Kat’s mask and stagger away.
Everyone in sight stares at me like I’ve lost my mind. I turn on my heel and force my legs into a run, trying to put those guys and their hypnotizing voices as far in my rear view as possible.
I don’t know how I find my way back to the mansion, let alone the room where I left my backpack. I remember bouncing off the wall more than once.
The whole way, I kept feeling as if someone was following me. A dark figure—menacing, sinister. But I make it to that room on the third floor without anyone stopping me and trying to take my clothes off again. Luck is on my side tonight… because if anyone tried again, I wouldn’t have been able to stop them.
The thought terrifies me.
I fumble under the bed with both hands, my chin propped on the edge of the mattress. My eyes are hooded, and nothing sounds better than closing them and drifting off.
It feels like I’ve been awake for a week. Like my body weighs the same as Kat’s Lambo. My eyes keep fluttering closed.
I’m an idiot. Iknewthat energy drink was spiked and I still drank it. Behind the mask of the drugs, I can feel anxiety growing, welling, about to burst.
I can’t handle a panic attack right now.
That’s why I need my pills. But I can’t fuckingfindthem.
Pausing, I slump onto the carpet. I try to take off my mask, but the strings have gotten tangled in my hair.
Damn, this carpet feels good against my skin.
I should get up. Get my bag. Get the fuck out of here.
My eyes drift closed. The music becomes a primal drumming, and even lying on my back, I want to dance. Kat’s slinky Gucci dress slides down my thighs when I lift my knees and start shifting my legs from side to side. I run my hands all over the silky fabric as I squirm into the carpet.
My entire body comes alive, nerve endings humming with sensuality.
It all feels so good… running a hand over my hardened nipples, coasting my fingers down my belly, the dress gliding over my underwear as I squirm.
I don’t know how long I’m lying there on the floor, justfeeling,but a bang on the door jars me out of my trance.
My hand is between my legs. I’m aching and throbbing, my underwear damp.
With a mortified gasp, I pluck my hand out from under my dress. The door opens, and I barely have enough time to roll under the bed before footsteps thud faintly into the carpet. I bump into my bag, and I clutch it with one hand, the other clapping over my mouth to stifle any sound I might make.
Morbid fascination draws my eyes to the pair of expensive-looking loafers stepping through the door. Did the guy from the pool follow me?
My heart beats hard and fast inside my chest. Anxiety buzzes through me like a saw, putting me on a razor’s edge.
“There’s no point hiding.”
I’m not as relieved as I thought I would be when he speaks. It’s definitely not the same guy, but this guy sounds pissed off as hell. I follow him around the room as he tries to figure out where I am, threatening me if I don’t show myself.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I try to will down the terror building inside me. But I needn’t have bothered, because a second later I’m dragged out from under the bed by my hair, yelling breathlessly at the bright, stinging pain that flares over my scalp.
