“You and I have a meeting tomorrow morning. Ten o’clock.” He gives me a look. “With a publicist.”
I swallow.
“Remember your NDA. Remember what my father can do to you.” He analyzes my face.
Does my expression change? Do I show more fear when he mentions the senator? Because it’s true—no matter what Greyson does to me, there’s always a bigger threat.
Greyson hides behind his father’s name. He hides behind the money and the prestige, and even though he’s a psychopath… there are worse monsters.
Like his father.
His eyes narrow, but he doesn’t push it.
I don’t think he wants to know.
He shifts off me and pushes back up. His earlier threat registers, and a thrill goes through me. My mind is fucked if that makes me excited. Ifthatis what I’m looking forward to.
So twisted.
I need my head checked.
I stay still until he’s gone, then slowly peel the tape off my mouth. I touch my lips. I count to one hundred in my head, then slowly rise. His cum is coated on my thighs, seeping out of me. My muscles ache when I stretch, and the room tilts.
Still buzzed.
And utterly confused.
Greyson is obsessed with me. It came out of nowhere—and I think my reaction to him has put my feelings into perspective, too. I’m not obsessed… but I am curious.
And turned on.
Shit.
Who knew I’d be this depraved? To enjoy when he fucks with my head, when he steals my breath, when he forces himself into me.
Jack was vanilla. Nice. He could make me come, which was a plus, but it wasn’t as earth-shattering as Greyson.
So now… I don’t know what to think.
Before, vanilla was good. I was content. There were only so many exciting things I could dedicate my time to, and ballet always won. Jack was the same, with football stealing a lot of his attention. He liked me cheering him on at the games, just as I liked it when he came to see the dance team.
Not that he ever came to a ballet…
Besides the point. Ballet was something he just didn’tget, like I didn’t understand why the clock had to stop every ten seconds in a football game.
Some things just aren’t worth explaining, Jack said on occasion.
I stretch and hunt down my sleep shorts that got tossed. I sneak into the bathroom, and when I come back, one of the girls is sitting up. She squints in the darkness.
“Violet?”
My heart thunders. “Yeah?”
“I thought I heard a noise…”
I swallow, my throat tightening. “I just had to pee. Sorry.”
She nods to herself and lies down. I do the same, pulling my forgotten blanket back over me. Amanda keeps her apartment warm, but I think I’ve caught a chill.