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Carl blew up about the smallest thing, but then, he had to spin Goss’s drug habit for years, and the stress of it had caused him to crack. Even when I clicked on the link from him titled ‘Watch this fucking video!!!’ I wasn’t concerned.
The screen burst to life, greeting me with the classic living room scene most chat shows went for. Bunny sat on a long sofa, her face in her hands, sobbing, while two hosts sat on either side of her. One held out a box of tissues while the other patted her on the back.
Along the bottom of the screen ran “Max Rider Caught Cheating on Bunny Collins Three Months Before Wedding” in bold white letters on a red background.
“Oh, shit,” I said to the empty room.
I sank down onto the arm of Cat’s sofa. This was going to be good.
Bunny lifted her head, not a single one of her graceful tears smudging her perfectly made-up face. She was a professional, after all.
“I only found out last week.” Her voice was a hushed whisper, trembling, secretive, but loud enough to be picked up by the microphones. “I didn’t even think it was strange that he kept disappearing. Like, we both have busy schedules, and we have to attend all those amazing parties and, of course, spending time with the best fans in the world. But he’d been gone for, like, three days. Three whole days, Melinda, and not a word! He didn’t even message me or anything. He just vanished. Then one of my favourite ever fans, JeffKnits4Bun, he… he posted that he’d heard Max saying he needed to see his girlfriend because she was ill. And I just thought it was weird, you know? I was totally fine. So, who was he visiting? So, I... followed him, and I found...I found…” She timed the little sob perfectly, capturing the audience and drawing it out long enough to have the hosts on the edge of their seats. “He was… Oh, Melinda…” She took the hand offering her tissues. “He was visiting one of my best friends!”
Bun broke down again as the audience gasped in horror.
If she wasn’t truly fucking me over with this stunt, I would have been impressed. I didn’t know she could act so well.
The video already had 2.2 million views since it aired this morning. They could milk this recording for weeks. It would circle the internet like an STD at an orgy.
“Which friend, Bunny?” Melinda kindly asked.
Oh yeah, Melinda was loving this. I bet they hadn’t had something this exciting in years.
“I don’t want to say.” Bun held a trembling hand to her chest and shook her head. “It’s too personal.” Bunny held the tissue to her mouth. “But I wanted to make sure you heard it from one of us before the press makes wild speculations.”
Yeah, speculations she would leak. Damn, she was vicious, and the longer she talked, the more she shat on me, until the audience was ready to march on Storm Records and wreck the place.
I was terrified she would drop Cat into it as well, but Bun focused on spilling the ‘secrets’ of our relationship. Like how I didn’t pay attention to her, how I resented her, how I verbally abused her — that one got a real gasp from Melinda and the audience. It was all bullshit. Bunny and I had barely known each other long enough for any of this to happen.
I couldn’t get what her angle was. Revenge? We’d been having sex before Cat came back into the picture and choked me into submission, but it wasn’t enough to get this worked up about.
Carl was right. I had to sort this out. I couldn’t let Bunny’s side of the story be the only one out there.
I walked back into the bedroom with the full intention of telling Cat everything. I was going to sit her down, show her the video, and ask her what she wanted to do. But she emerged from the steaming bathroom like a naked Aphrodite in all her glory, and any thought of responsibility flew right out the window.
She swayed over to me, drops of water caressing her curves as they fell into the thick red carpet. There was no question whether I wanted to join her or not. She simply grabbed the front of the dressing gown and dragged me behind her into the bathroom. I threw my phone on the bed as I followed her.
I couldn’t hide this video from her, and I didn’t plan to. I just wanted more time with her, time together where she looked at me like I could fulfil all her dreams. She turned and untied the belt, still humming. It was selfish, and I was being greedy, but I also wanted to protect her happiness, and treasure her before reality slammed us to the ground.
Cat
We spent all morning basking in the glow of sex. I’d never felt so relaxed and free. It was crazy to think I’d gone from wanting to destroy him to falling apart in his arms, safe, knowing he would catch me as I fell.
He brought me a sandwich for lunch, one of my favourites, from the deli on the corner of my street. He’d been taking care of me between bouts of wild, angry sex as we made up for lost time. It made me believe even more that he really loved me, that I wasn’t wrong to let go into this thing engulfing us.
“Listen.” He hovered at the edge of the bed, wringing his fingers. “I… I need to go to the studio. I’ll be back soon, alright?”
It was weird he sounded so guilty. They were going on tour next week. It was only natural he needed to go. I was surprised he’d spent so long with me in the first place.
I kissed him goodbye from the bed, a strange sense of wrongness settling over me as he spent what felt like too long stroking my hair, my arms, my face, gazing at me intensely until I told him to leave. As he was passing through the doorway, he looked back over his shoulder, giving me a weak smile before disappearing through the door. I tried to brush it off, pretend that maybe he was nervous I would run away again if he left. I felt like we’d broken through a barrier that had been pushing us apart, one I had created. I felt whole, like I’d finally relaxed for the first time in years.
I loved letting go in his arms. I’d pushed through the voice warning me to be careful and released all that fear, stepping out over the precipice, and I was finally free.
I slept for hours after he left, so exhausted from enjoying his body. When I woke, I stared at the ceiling with a grin, not quite believing everything that had happened even though my lips still tingled from his last kiss, while my pussy beat with a hollow ache, a delicious stretch tugging at my thighs. It all pointed to savage, wild, passionate sex. We’d torn each other open, body and soul.
We’d done it. A huge smile burst across my face, my lips aching as I stretched out my arms and legs as wide as they could go, yelling with joy into the emptiness of my room. We’d really done it! Hips wriggling, heels bouncing off the mattress, shaking my arms like a madwoman, I laughed and screamed out all the energy that had built up over the past month. Hell, the past decade.
I was riding such a high that I didn’t even check my phone when it went off, innocently lighting up on my nightstand. I’d had it on silent since I first fell ill and hadn’t missed the constant calls from work.
