Levi was really into it, but I didn’t fully appreciate until afterward just how jealous and upset he was about it. After that night, his possessiveness turned stronger. He’d monitor my call log to see if I was phoning his buddy. One night, I even found him looking through my text messages. Our relationship deteriorated quickly, and within a week we broke up in a blaze of heat and angst.
But that night was hot, and watching me take a pounding from them, even if one of them I viscerally hate, still gets me a little hot under the collar.
Still, I want Levi ruined for what he put me through.
When the video is about halfway through, Levi clambering onto the bed behind me, I go to turn it off. Except I can’t find my cell. I spin on the spot, wondering what I did with it but decide it doesn’t matter because I’ll just use the remote. But when I pick up the remote, it slips out of my hand and crashes to the wooden floor, spilling the batteries and compartment lid in multiple directions.
Shit.
The soundtrack of my sexual exploits streams into the room as I ironically, get on my hands and knees, looking for the missing components of the remote.
And then the front door opens.
I suck in a shocked breath, my limbs frozen in position. I hadn’t heard the guys on the porch, removing their boots. I’m still rooted to the spot as three pairs of socked feet enter the room, Reuben, Brecken, and Luca all staring at the TV, and then at me as I stagger to my feet with a dead controller in my hand.
Grabbing two throw cushions, I hold them up in front of the screen. There’s nothing I can do about the sex noises, but I can at least stop them from watching my humiliation. “Please, don’t look,” I beg, my eyes wheeling from one to the other. “Turn around, cover your ears, please.”
“Are you watching porn?”
“Is that….you?”
“Who the fuck arethey?” Brecken demands, stepping forward. He gathers the pieces of the remote control that I’d managed to find from my hand. “Where are the batteries?”
“Under the sofa? I-I’m not sure.”
His eyes scan the floor. “Got any spares?”
Thinking about the tiny office with a few random supplies in the odds and sods drawer, I nod. “I think so.”
“Go get ‘em.”
My arms remain over my head, rigid, desperately shielding my embarrassment. “I can’t.”
Closing that last step between us, Brecken lowers my resisting arms. He tugs the pillows out of my hands and tosses them away.
It’s hard to look at Reuben and Luca. They’re sitting on the couch, watching me getting nailed by my disgusting ex. I hate the look on Luca’s face, almost as if I’ve betrayed him. And I guess knowing I like to look at threesome porn might do that to a man who said only a few hours ago that he doesn’t do that anymore. That he prefers to have sex one on one.
My stomach caves, a myriad of emotions assaulting me. Tears I’d been keeping at bay prick my eyes, worried about what I might have jeopardized. But I’m also upset because I’ve never got over this whole ordeal, especially with the video still out there making money for the website.
On shaky legs, I walk to the office and find some spare batteries. Fingers fumbling, I hand them over to Brecken who slots them into the remote. On-screen, I’m just about to come, but he quickly switches it all off.
Humiliated, I collapse on the opposite sofa, even though it means they can all look at me with quiet, concerned, questioning expressions.
Knowing I need to start explaining, I admit,“My ex sent this video of me—of us, to a revenge porn site. I only found out five months ago. I’ve been emailing the company ever since to get it taken down, and today, I tried calling them. I decided to watch it. I haven’t in a very long time,” I assure Luca, looking at him as earnestly as I can. “Not since it was first made, when we were together. I dropped the remote and couldn’t turn it off.”
My heart drums and beats in my chest at the resulting silence.
“This is on a revenge porn site?” Brecken asks, pacing the room. “Which one?”
I tell him the name of the company and that it’s based in London. All the while his face looks like thunder, his powerful body vibrating with rage. “Who sent it? And I want a fucking name.”
“Levi Banner.”
Luca gets to his feet and steers Brecken to the patio doors. Twisting the key, he pushes the door open and murmurs, “Take a breath.”
Feeling disconnected from what’s going on around me, I concentrate on finding my cell. But I can’t see it anywhere. “I can’t find my phone.”
“It’s here,” Luca says, pulling it out of a back pocket as he leaves Brecken and moves closer to me. “Stuffed between some cushions,” he adds, nodding towards where he’d been sitting. “Unlock it?”