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It was a vibrator.
Not just any vibrator. But a bluetooth remote controlled vibrator.
I pull out the information card, reading the details about the Lush from Lovense. Flipping over the card, I spot some handwriting and I immediately recognize it as Asher's.
'Wear this tonight. We're going out.'
Did this motherfucker actually buy me a vibrator to wear? To control?
What if it's used?
The thought has me throwing the box and card on the bed. "Ew," I groan.
I'm almost worried to think where he is going to take me. His dares are creeping up to next level, and he's already seen me come in front of him so this will be more than that.
This is going to be public humiliation.
I quickly throw on some shorts and a shirt, ripping open the door as I go in search of him. I'm trying not to think about the fact he came into my room again while I was sleeping. Though, as far as I could remember, I didn't dream and the blanket was still covering me so there's that.
Asher is nowhere to be found, and I suspect he planned it that way. After grabbing some coffee, I head back to my room, pulling my laptop onto the bed. Netflix session sounds pretty good but I jump on Facebook quickly to pass some time.
I'm barely on for more than a few minutes when the message notification pops up. Without even looking, I know who it is.
Sighing, I click on the inbox and Asher's name.
Asher Taylor: Good, you're up finally. Did you like my present?
Rylee Selwood: You're a sick fuck.
Asher Taylor: Maybe. But it's fun, don't you agree?
Rylee Selwood: Where the fuck are we going?
Asher Taylor: That's a surprise, sis. But be ready by 8pm.
I send off a quick message telling him to go fuck himself, before logging off Facebook. Grey's Anatomy isn't going to cut it at this point, so I scan the horror movies, finding the newest, goriest movie I can find to distract myself.
There's a reason people joke about women watching serial killer documentaries as relaxation. It helps us ground ourselves.
It also prepares us for war.
Chapter fourteen
WhenAsherwalksthroughthe front door at 7:45pm, I'mnotdressed. Instead, I'm at the foot of the stairs with a Nerf Gun.
He barely makes it inside two steps when I fire a bullet at him, hitting him just above the groin.
"The fuck, Rylee?" he curses, looking at my Nerf Gun with an ounce of concern.
"Stop sneaking into my bedroom, Asher. And what the fuck is with the vibrator?"
The thought takes his mind off the gun, a snort breaking loose from his throat. "Did you like it?" he asked.
I hold the gun up and he raises his hands, but his eyes are dancing with amusement.
"Where are we going?" I demand, my target set for his dick.
Asher cups himself. "You'll see. Get dressed. Wear whatever you like, just as long as you have the Lush in."
