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Inever gaveSophie’sproposition a second thought.Ishould’ve anticipated she’d concoct a plan upon finding outI’dbe here tonight.
Sophie:Don’tkeep us waiting.
Damon:Pass.
Sophie:Goto the second floor.Takea right at the top of the staircases, last door down the hallway.Merchandiseis on the bed… blindfolded.
Istiffened upon reading the instructions before my legs moved in the direction of the room, yanking the door open.
ChapterSeven
POPPY
Iwasminutes away from breakingSophieand letting herperjure herself with a variation of the truth she hadn’t given the police.TosayIwas disappointed with the newcomer’s arrival was putting it mildly.
Thedoor adjacent to the bed creaked open.Basedon the faint music floating in from the party, the door was left partially open.Theway his steps staggered to a halt, it was safe to deduce he didn’t step inside the room.Theroom was dimly illuminated with soft mood lighting, andIassumed our newest arrival was taking in the scene.
Thismust be a hell of an introduction with my legs obscenely spread.Atleast the two-piece bikini covered my privates, giving a semblance of modesty despite what occurred minutes ago.Sophiewas in a similar state as we never fully undressed.
Thenewcomer had little to say.Ihad never known anyone to possess such ennui at the sight of two half-naked women and the prospect of a threesome looming over his head.Hehadn’t said hello, nor hadIheard the door shut, indicating he was watching us from the doorframe.
Itwasn’t like there was much to look at anyway.Idisliked the idea of personalizing a room in this house.Momstill decorated it in aGothicundertone with the bare minimums needed to function, keeping my preference for sparsity.Afour-poster bed, two side tables, vintage blackout curtains lining the windows, and a desk holding the sole picture in the room.Theblack walls were otherwise left empty, with no photos, artwork, or even a poster.Anyconnection to these four walls would echo the complacency of living with the enemy, my stepfather.Thiswas a temporary arrangement, oneIplanned to fix as soon asSophieretracted her testimony.
Theman watched us silently.Tobe precise, he was silently watchingme.Ihad no basis to confirm my suspicions except an intuition that his eyes were resting on me.Theacute sense of being closely watched was difficult to shake.Theair in the room thickened as we collectively waited for his next move.
Hoursseemed to pass in the oppressive darkness brought forth by my blindfolds.Atlong last,Iheard the door shut and the leisurely turn of the lock.
“Iknew you’d come,”Sophiegushed, voice smooth like honey.
Theman didn’t respond.
“Whatdo you think?”Sophie’sbreath lightly touched my neck, suggesting she motioned at me with a nod.Shewas asking if he approved of me for their threesome.
Isuspected thatSophiehad slept with this man before.Ifthis were their first time, there would be no reason to only seek approval whereIwas concerned.Shewould’ve sought validation for herself, too.Sophieintentionally misrepresented the situation by insinuating to me she never slept with him.
Everyonein this room appeared to have an ulterior motive;Iwas sure of it.Sophiewas the most transparent.Shewanted to fulfill a fantasy around me and a past gentleman caller.
Iwas attracted toSophiebut wouldn’t have agreed to a threesome with a stranger unless it helped me pave the way to the truth.
Asforhim,Ihad an inkling his purpose was to engage in more than a mere threesome.Sophiewas an incredibly beautiful and sought-after woman.Icouldn’t think of one person who wouldn’t sleep with her.Hislackluster attitude, as reflected in his bored steps, indicated girls likeSophiewere a dime a dozen, and he wasn’t overly enthusiastic about this prospect.Thiswasn’t an uncommon occurrence for him, nor did he have to drive to a party to get laid.
Nevertheless,Iwas too invested in this plan to back out.Moreso,Ihad grown curious about the identity of the man capable of prolonged silence at such a sight.Isat still as he sized me up, determining whetherIwas good enough.Itwasn’t his approvalIsought; it was his voice.Withmy vision taken away, it was the only way to place him.
“Bemy guest if you need to take a closer look at her,”Sophiespoke as if she had the right to auction me off.Strikeone.
Aheavy weight descended upon us, andIheardSophie’sshallow breathing turn labored.Heatemanated between us, but he remained at arm’s length, giving nothing away.Hisrestraint was admirable.
“Comecloser,”Sophiesuggested, sounding like the perfect salesgirl. “Youcan hardly appreciate her from over there.”Sheran a finger down my neck.
“Handsoff the merchandise,” demanded a deep, rumbling voice.
“Hespeaks,”Icouldn’t help but state.Ihad given up on hearing the stranger's voice.Theseductive sentence was too short to flicker recognition, soItried to engage him in a conversation. “Andmerchandise?DidImiss the part whereIwas auctioned off?”
Sophieignored the harsh disapproval in the man’s voice but complied by retracting her fingers. “Ijust wanted to show you how much she wants you.”
Sophiecarefully omitted that we hooked up minutes before his arrival.Givenhis tone,Icould see why.Hehad some misgivings where threesomes were concerned.Thiswas turning into an amusing night.Ihad hooked up with men and women before, but never both simultaneously.Thismight be my first threesome, but evenIknew it involved touching all parties.Despitehis late arrival, this man dubbed himself the leader, calling the shots on how this would go down.Itwas the type of powerplayIgenerally employed.It’dbeen a while since someone’s behavior had been erratic enough to intrigue me.
“So?”Sophieprodded. “Isshe made of dreams or what?”
