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I needed a drink badly.
Chapter 11
Savanah
Withitsredembossedwallpaper, black furnishings, and pink chandeliers, Salon Soir, reminiscent of a 19th-century bordello, was a little gauche for my tastes.
My chest tightened as I unclutched Bram’s clammy hand, hoping he wouldn’t notice.
Just when life had smiled on me, thanks to Carson and a couple of nights of unimaginable pleasure, Bram shattered my bliss, andboom, I came crashing down.
My reckless past had finally caught up with me. That sex tape sitting on my laptop came with an ultimatum—I was to parade as Bram’s girlfriend and fuck him when he demanded.
Bram liked to hurt me whenever we fucked. As a virgin to tenderness, and thanks to Carson, I’d discovered the joys of fucking in all its shades of spice combined with endless soft caresses and deep kisses.
I couldn’t stop staring at him in that tuxedo that clung to his manly body like I would if we were alone and naked. But it was more than just his hot body and our off-the-charts chemistry. He’d also inspired me to take a deeper look at myself.
Identifying as shallow, I was that girl who always ran a mile from self-reflection. Even just admitting that filled me with self-loathing, especially now that Bram had enslaved me.
What the fuck had I seen in him?
At least Bram didn’t expect us to be exclusive. A small mercy. However, I sensed Carson wouldn’t be one to share. I know I’d hate to share him.
“As a committed libertine, I don’t believe in being shackled by monogamy,” Bram announced, as though making that mission statement qualified him for a fucking badge of honour. Dick.
“This is the deal: we fuck when I’m in the mood and hang out together at family affairs, boring as they are. The best drugs come from our scene.” He chuckled.
He might have been discussing travel arrangements or our dinner menu.
“But why?” I asked.
“Because I need to show my dear papa that I’m hanging out with the right girl.”
Knowing I was fucked whichever way, I raided my mother’s medicine cabinet for her stash of Xanax.
“Mm… all your regular bores.” Bram looked around the circular room filled with green-felt tables and a dimly lit bar in the corner. “Let’s have a spin of roulette, shall we?”
I could barely speak, especially with Carson and his questioning gaze burning into me from across the room. Being apart hurt. I wanted to be by his side, flirting, talking nonsense, getting tipsy, then going back to Merivale for more screechy sex.
The problem was that if Carson heard about my being blackmailed, he’d get involved, and Bram’s father, known for heavy-handed tactics, might even have Carson killed.
All these crazed thoughts of doom and gloom ran through me as I stood among that noisy crowd. For now, I had to remain tight-lipped and paint a happy face.
How the fuck did I get myself into this predicament?
“Are you coming?” Bram asked, his dark eyes dilated and heavy-lidded.
“No, you go ahead. I’m not into roulette.”
He yanked my arm, making me wobble, and as I looked over at Carson, he pulled a what-the-fuck frown. I returned a shaky smile, assuming he might intervene. My heart wanted so much for Carson to save me from this monster, but with that sex tape blocking my chance of happiness, I plastered on a fake smile instead.
“You’re with me. All loved up. Cheering me on when I wipe their entitled little arses.”
“Like yours, you mean?” I replied coldly.
His eyes narrowed, and then he burst out laughing. “You make me fucking hard when you give me cheek, bitch.”
I rolled my eyes, sucked back a breath, and let him drag me over to the gaming table.
