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“Cunt.” Cassidy pushed her, and Harper went back a little.
There was a flash of something in Cass’s expression that made me want to halt this, but the moment Harper came back to her, she pushed her hand down between her legs and said, “Spread your legs for me, Sweet Girl. Show Daddy you know how to behave,” I cringed because…fuck. Cassidy did just that. Harper continued, and even Dane seemed to be a little affected by the scene because he had been at the start of touching himself, like I was about to do, and now, we were both not moving.
Harper said in a whisper, but loud enough we could hear her. “I heard him. You’re not the only one who likes to listen in. I spent nights at your house wondering if he was ever going to reach past you to touch me. But he didn’t. No. He only touched you. Told you how pretty you were. What a good girl you were. So tell me, Cassidy. Does Daddy like it shaved? Hum?”
Cassidy was nodding. Harper, in full-on psycho mode, asked, “And when you got older, was it more than touches? Hmm? He wouldn’t put his fingers in you that young, but by the time you were twelve. I mean, he wanted to be the first thing you felt.”
I sort of felt violated as Harper pushed her finger into Cassidy, and then I sort of felt further disturbed because Cass let her head fall back as if lost to some fucked up fantasy that I could not comprehend as she let her legs fall farther apart and said, “Yes.”
Dane shook himself out over there. Like one of the dogs would. I just doubted it would shake off the creepy chill rolling over him if it was the same one rolling over me.
Harper, as if this couldn’t get any worse, made it worse by saying, “And you fucking loved it, didn’t you? Wanted it to be him, wanted to feel him inside you. So jealous of your mom because she could fuck him.” She snorted a laugh and said, “But he won’t fuck you, will he Cass? No. He just plays with you. Teaches you things so when you get older, you can find the right guy to manipulate. To be a part of your creepy ass family business. Maybe then he will. Once you get the right person to marry you. He can put his big daddy dick inside of you if you find someone wealthy, someone who can save them from the poverty he’s been hiding for the past four years?”
“I have to.” Cassidy was lost, and this was just fucking sad. Harper was cruel.
“Cum. Yeah, you do. Give it to me. Hate me for not being who you want me to be. Hate them for not being who you want them to be.” Harper was steadily fucking her fingers into Cassidy while winding fingers on her other hand over her clit. “Doesn’t matter who it is though, does it, Cass? Hmm? It feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Yes.” Cassidy breathed. “Yes. Yes.”
Harper pulled away as Cassidy hit that orgasm, looking a bit like an addict or someone about to have a seizure because Harper was not there to help her through it. Instead, she picked up Cassidy’s shirt and wiped her hands off on it.
I looked away because they were spiteful women. Dane looked over at me, and even he communicated with a look that we may actually be in over our heads with these two. I knew that the moment I met Harper. She kissed me first. She put her hands on me first. She was my first partner, and I half wonder if I never fucked her if I wouldn’t have loved her. Maybe I would never chase the thrill of getting caught. Maybe I would not be so turned on when someone was watching me. Us, her. She did this to me, made me this way.
I looked at Cassidy, who seemed to be coming back to reality. She picked up the shirt Harper had wiped her hands on and looked at it. Then up at us and said, “I…” She looked down.
“Don’t be ashamed of it.” I knew that much for sure. She was a little girl when he started grooming her to become the magic pussy that would apparently save his failing business. Sick fuck. I always knew there was something off there. I just…didn’t expect that. My father had warned me to stay away from Cassidy the same as he had warned me to stay away from Harper. It was easy to stay away from one, but not the other. Now, I needed to pay more attention to my abnormal psychology class, like…a lot more attention.
She was ashamed, and she would be. Harper didn’t seem remorseful at all. Cassidy was dressing, and Harper looked at me, then Dane, then Cassidy, then back to us and asked, “So she can put her clothes on without asking because she has daddy issues, but because I’m poor and not old money in the know about this twisted shit, I have to sit here naked until one of you tell me otherwise?”
“Bring me that shirt, Harper.” Dane held out his hand and motioned for it impatiently.
She huffed and puffed her naked body all the way across that floor and handed him the shirt. She went back to the couch without much fanfare, and Dane said, “Cassidy, you can finish getting dressed and go.”
“You’re not fired, Cass,” I clarified, and she looked up at me and smiled. I had to break worse news to her. “But you do realize that now that we know you’re looking for someone’s family money…like. The stuff with your dad can be overcome. The accounts…same reason my dad didn’t want me with Harper in high school is the same reason I can’t be with you now. Try…I don’t know. Try the second floor?”
She started crying as she left. Harper waited there patiently. Like a cobra ready to strike at any moment. I was pretty sure she had already poisoned me long ago. I was pretty sure she was about to poison Dane, too.
Chapter Seven
Dane
Tituss had a nickname that, after one brief experience with this one, made perfect sense. Popsicle. I asked as I looked at the wicked creature before me, “Why do they call him Popsicle? You gave him that nickname, right?”
Harper looked at Tituss and said, “No. He has that nickname because of me. Because we got caught talking about my love of cherry-flavored popsicles, and it was code for his cherry-flavored dick. He used that flavor condom for me at first.” She rolled a shoulder. “So, people just started calling him popsicle without really realizing the joke was real for us. I did send him popsicle emojis because everyone knows what an eggplant is.”
“And Harpy? Because—”
“That’s not what it sounds like either.” Tituss cut me off and explained, “I called her that. Just me. And not because she is an irritating nag, though as you can see, it still applies. She always has more questions, some input, but…Harpy was just something I said once when I loved her.”
He still loved her. The whole reason we had to mark her up and not send her off to the senior house is because he still loved this woman who had wrecked his whole life. She just sat there shivering because it was cold in here. “Chilly?”
She nodded.
“Want to warm up?” I asked and titled my head. She blinked up at me. Then she slowly nodded. “Go take a shower in his room. We’ll meet you there in a few.”
“What?” Tituss. Harper got up and headed, stark naked, across to his room. I was sure she wanted to get at least some of the activities of the day off of her. I looked at him and said, “I need her to wash the funk of that whole, creepy conversation away. She needs to come in here with like…I don’t know, disinfectant and a smudge stick tonight and purge this room of all her…truth.”
“That was some fucked up shit.” He blinked at me.
