Page 181 of Wreck Me

In the next second, something else came through.

A video.

My fingers trembling, I opened it and saw what I was now expecting.

A full video of our sexcapades that day from start to finish. Every little thing.

Damien: Keeping it a secret wasn’t doing you any favors, causing you too much stress. You’re welcome.

Piece of shit!

Movement up ahead caught my eye as I saw the paparazzi were getting too close.

I rolled down my window and called out, “Sky! Back in the car!”

She spun around, startled. She looked at me, then the flashes of cameras and the sounds of way too many rushing footsteps took her attention.

“Sky!”

She didn’t move.

She was obviously too shocked.

I pocketed my phone in my jacket, then ripped around the corner, my tires screeching in the process. I pulled up right beside her on the wrong side of the road—fuck it.

“Sky! Let’s go!”

She turned toward me, but it was too late then, they were upon us.

I bolted out of the driver’s seat, just as they swarmed around the car.

Using my body to force them back, I pulled Sky to me, shielding her with the sides of my jacket and easing her head down so her face was hidden and most of her hair too.

And then I pushed my way back to the driver’s door. Flashes were blinding me, so many questions being thrown at me, so many demands and desperate pleas to pose for this shot and that.

“Go,” I urged Sky, pressing my hand to her back and helping her into the car.

She managed to do it, climbing through to the passenger seat.

I tried to cover their view of her through the open door with my body—my heavily-tinted windows would do the rest—but I couldn’t manage it entirely.

I climbed in and slammed the door shut and, in the next second, my Lexus was roaring away down the street.

“Motherfucker!” I yelled, slamming my fist into the steering wheel.

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~Caleb~

I felt like shit.

That damn sedative was still in my system.

Thinking the cool morning air would’ve helped to dispel the weariness and generally crappy feeling hadn’t exactly worked out. Not even when combined with a strong coffee doused in sugar, or some chain-smoking.

I sighed with frustration as I leaned back on the patio chair and dragged on my smoke, my other hand clasped tightly around my coffee mug like a lifeline.

Footsteps sounded and I looked to see Cas coming out onto the patio.

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