And I didn’t like what I saw.
Beds. Some with girls sleeping. Some empty. Some studying or watching TV.
My entire body went cold, and I lost all feeling. A weird detachment came over me. It was as if I was having an out-of-body experience. This couldn’t be real.
What kind of shady shit were they doing?
Why were they watching all these rooms?
To get off? A frat group jerkoff party seemed a bit desperate when most of the guys in the fraternity could bang those girls on camera based on their rich reputation alone.So what gives?
Dark thoughts raced through my head.
This was not what I thought I’d be uncovering tonight.
Micah scrubbed a hand over his face. “Fucking hell.” The exact expression descending upon his features reflected the same one that had appeared on mine. He moved deeper into the room, eyes fixed upon a screen and the muscles in his neck bulging at the hard set of his jaw.
Something was wrong.
CHAPTERTWENTY
MICAH
“Micah?”
I heard Mads say my name, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the screen. This had to be a fucking joke—a sick prank. I didn’t want to believe these cameras were real, especially one in particular.
It was the creamy white teddy bear sitting on a rumpled bed that caught my attention. That stuffed animal looked awfully like the one I had won Mads at the summer fair in Elmwood, but that would mean Sterling hadn't just been using my girlfriend, he’d been spying on her as well.
“If you don’t—” She gasped, her gaze finally picking out what I’d been staring at so hard. “Holy shit, that isn’t… Oh my God. It is. That’s my room. That’s my bed.”
Unbridled fury tore through me. It took all my fucking self-control to keep from putting my fist through the TV broadcasting Mads’s room like it was a primetime special. “I need to hit something.”
“I’m going to be sick,” she whispered, taking a step back. She trembled beside me, and I swept an arm around her hip, anchoring her to my side. A rough and choppy exhale left her lips.
“What is it?”
“What did you find?”
“You’re killing us.”
Three voices rapidly fired through the earbuds like little chipmunks. I ignored them all, trying to get a handle on the monster that raged within me. If I didn’t get out of this room, I would blow a fuse. I turned to leave, telling myself to get Mads out of here. She’d seen enough.
Hell,I’dseen enough.
“I guess we know how he got photos of me in my dorm room,” she whispered, her voice a tad shaky.
Sick prick.The idea of him watchingmygirlfriend while she slept, got dressed, and everything else in between made me feral. “We should go.”
But Mads’s feet remained planted, her gaze flicking from one TV to the next. “This must have taken forever to set up. They would have had to get access to every one of these rooms.”
We really shouldn’t have been discussing this, not in here. “Maybe that’s the key. These are all the dorm rooms of girls they hooked up with.”
“You think this is some kind of conquest trophy room?” she asked.
I rubbed my thumb over her hip bone to not just comfort her but me as well. I needed to touch her. “Who knows, but if so, this takes collecting panties to a whole new fucking level.”
Her skin went cold under my fingers. She shivered. “God, I don’t even want to imagine.”