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Dacre’s face falters. A share of two million dollars will set him up while he brown noses his way up the company he’s scored the internship for, but no amount of money is worth more than Sinful. He’s a fucking fool if he pretends it is. His face drops. “No,” he says finally.
“What we going to do?” I say. “I’m not going to hang around watching you bang her at every given chance. I want her too. So does stick up his ass over here.”
Dacre throws me a filthy look, but I know he’s thinking the same thing as me. Being penniless is one thing, doing it while watching your best friend fucking the best thing to ever come into our lives is another. I can live with no money. I can’t live with Sinful in my life and not being able to touch her.
“We could share?” I throw out.
Nix sighs and rubs his face with his hands. It’s not an immediate no. When he pulls his hands away, he’s staring directly at me. “You want to share Sin between the three of us?”
I can’t tell if he thinks I’m being serious or having a laugh with him. “Yeah, I do. You might have spent the last twelve hours with your cock buried in her, but she was mine and she was Dacre’s, too.”
Nix shakes his head and picks up the glass of juice again, this time downing it in one. When he finishes, he pulls out a cigarette and lights it. It’s a sign of Dacre’s state of mind that he doesn’t even try to stop him.
“You might not want her when I tell you the bad news.”
“Losing thirty million dollars wasn’t the bad news?” I think Dacre is going to implode at any second. It’s a sight to behold. I can’t think of any reason why I wouldn’t want to feel my cock inside Sinful.
“She’s a man? She’s married? She’s pregnant? She’s got a STD?”
Dacre’s eyes once again swivel in my direction and this time Nix’s do too. I shrug. “I’m just saying that none of those are deal breakers. That’s all.”
“She’s been lying to us,” Nix grunts.
“We’ve established that,” Dacre points out. “She lied about the thirty million.”
Nix grits his teeth. “It’s not the only thing she’s been lying about,” he mutters. “I had sex with her last night. When I pulled my cock out, there was blood on it.”
“So what?” I don’t even care. She’s probably on her period. I should have thought to get her some pads or tampons because I can bet the other two wouldn’t have thought about it. I stand, ready to head to the store.
Dacre obviously has the same thought. “She probably started her period, or you were too fucking rough with her.”
Nix shakes his head. “That’s just it. I was fucking gentle with her and she’s not on the rag. She wasn’t bleeding this morning.”
Dacre shakes his head. “You can’t be suggesting you popped her cherry.”
I stop in my tracks. I fucking told him she was a virgin the other day and he flat out refused to believe it. Well, well, well. I guess Sinful isn’t as easy to read as I thought.
“I’m not suggesting it. I’m stating it explicitly. Last night Lucinda Waldgrave, Whore of Hollywood was a virgin.”
The bathroom door opens. Sinful emerges with wet hair dangling over a white towel that she’s wrapped round herself. How much do I want to rip it off and examine every part of her, as though that will tell me the truth about what Nix is saying? She doesn’t see the three pairs of eyes scrutinizing her as she pads to the bedroom and softly closes the door behind her.
“You’re wrong,” Dacre says as though saying it will make it true.
“I fucking felt it. I know I’m right.”
“She can’t be.”
Nix licks his lips. “But she was.”
I think back to all the newspaper articles I’ve read about Sinful. All the men with stories about fucking her in the backs of sports cars or on set. Is it possible that every single one of them was a lie? “If Sinful is lying, then so are all the men that professed to fucking her.”
“Maybe it’s all Hollywood propaganda?” Dacre says, pulling out his father’s whiskey.
“And New York Propaganda,” I add, “and Madrid Propaganda and London Propaganda and...”
“Enough,” Nix snaps. “We get the picture. She’s supposedly fucked everyone in the northern hemisphere.”
Not just the Northern Hemisphere. “And Sydney propaganda and São Paulo prop...”
