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I’d wear them with pride. She’d etched herself into me, and I wasn’t letting go now. This was the start of the cord that would bind us together. I’d dig under her skin the way she tore through mine.
I looked at my face in the mirror, meeting my own eyes. I was a mess, panting, desperate, and needy. I was still on fire from her touch, but a deeper question burned inside me.
“Don’t say you don’t know about my flat, or that video, or all the things you and Goss planned together.”
What had she been talking about? And why did she think I was lying when I told her I didn’t know?
I’d chosen her touch over finding answers, but after looking at those marks and thinking of how she bent her body into mine, her rage, those passionate cries, I was happy with my choice.
I rearranged myself, trying to hide the marks so I could return to the party, but it was too obvious. Too much blood stained my dress shirt, and the wounds were too high on my neck to cover. The place was littered with cameras. There was no way I could get away with this.
Sticking my head out the door, I caught the attention of a passing penguin-suited waiter. His face split into a huge grin when he recognised me. I tried to keep my neck covered when he trotted over, but his eyes widened when he took in my appearance.
“What’s your name?” I rasped out the question.
God, my throat ached so badly. It was exquisite.
“Donny.” He sounded excited to see me, but I didn’t have time to chat.
“Donny, mate, look, I’ll give you a hundred quid to bring my fiancée over here. Discreetly.” I slipped him two fifty-pound notes from my back pocket. “There’s another hundred quid in it for you if no one follows her.”
I paced around the bathroom, worried someone else would find me. I’d locked the bathroom door, and chances were slim, but one wrong photo from a reporter could blow this whole deal, and then that was it for Clutch, Bun, Cat, and anyone else involved in my life.
But I still couldn’t resist taking photos of the blood, my neck, and the way she had wiped herself on me like I was nothing to her. There was the smallest chance someone could find them on my phone, but it would be worth it. I wanted to remember them clearly.
We’d had scandals before, and we were still recovering. Especially Goss’s nightmare party that ended with a dead teenager and Goss in prison. Goss’s shit still hung around us like a dark cloud, but it faded as the buzz over my engagement grew.
Still, publicly fucking with Bunny Collins would not end well. She happily told me she would fuck me up if I acted out. Steve was right. Even though my body was still pulsing, high from Cat’s touch, I had to be careful. Bunny could ruin us if she wanted to, and she was famous for her fickle moods.
The mirror called to me. All I wanted was to stare at the marks Cat had etched into me. It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. She’d stamped her hate into my skin. I prayed it would scar so I would have a piece of her forever. I knew I was crazy. I was letting this obsession take over me, but the thrill was so intense that I couldn’t resist even if I tried.
I heard Bunny’s chatter as she approached.
“This way, ma’am.”
I unlocked the door and pulled her inside. I’d send Donny his tip later.
“Max, what the hell is going —” Her face fell as she saw the state I was in.
She pursed her baby-pink lips, then slammed the door behind her, locking it firmly in place.
Bun stood there, looking at me like an angry pink cream puff, folding her arms, her fingers clenched around her thin biceps. The blooms of her dress finally settled when she spoke.
“What the fuck did you do?” She sounded scared and angry at the same time.
“I need your help.” I was hoarse, but I loved it.
Cat had scratched me so deeply I could barely talk. I couldn’t stop my hand from reaching up to ring my throat, wincing at the pain.
Bunny was silent. I didn’t know how we could get away with this when we were the hosts. I wasn’t even sure what I expected. Maybe I made a mistake by bringing Bunny here, but I was sure she would find out one way or another. Better she knew why I was leaving early than her making a scene with cameras around.
She walked towards me, gripping the tops of my upturned shirt and ripping them down. Her eyes ran over the evidence, scowling. “This is honestly the most horrible thing I’ve ever seen.”
I didn’t want her to look. These weren’t hers. They weren’t for anyone but me.
She pushed my collar back up, gritting her teeth. “You owe me for this.”
I more than owed her. I was in debt to her now. There was no way out of this.
