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Even if he wasn’t the one giving it.

“I can only imagine what Trey is going to get up to with Sax and the rest of them,” I tell him, shaking my head.

“I can imagine,” James mutters under his breath, causing me to throw an apple at his head.

“Hey what was that for?” he asks, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Oh, please. I heard about you, Mr. Sleeps-with-anything-with-a-pulse. I bet you can imagine, because you’ve already done it!” I tell him, my eyes narrowed.

“Hey, we weren’t together! And you dated a lot, too, don’t even deny it,” he growls back.

“Yes I dated, that doesn’t mean I slept with everyone,” I say dryly.

“How many men did you sleep with?” he asks in a hushed tone, so no one but me can hear.

“I don’t think that’s-”

“Don’t you even try to tell me it’s none of my business, Sasha Steele,” he says heatedly.

Silence.

“Is it just me or does Sasha Steele sound like a porn star's name?” I think aloud. James’ eyebrows hit his hairline at that comment.

“What? It does,” I shrug.

“How do you know what porn star names sound like?” he asks curiously.

“I've watched porn before, you know,” I scoff. James' eyes widen, then an intrigued look passes over his face. Pervert.

“So, how many men?” he repeats.

“How many women?” I throw back at him.

Silence.

Stalemate.

Trey and Jye walk out, ending our standoff.

“Hey, Sash, how about we all go out to the park?” Trey asks.

“Sounds good.”

***

I open the door to Ryder’s house, frowning when I realise its unlocked. I didn’t see Trey yesterday, so I thought I’d drop in and say hello. I walk in and hear music pumping. I suddenly don’t think this was such a good idea after all. I prove my theory right when I see Trey sitting on the couch, a woman in his lap, straddling him. Luckily they are fully clothed, but still.

“Ewww,” I say childishly. I can’t help it, Trey is my family and I don’t wanna see this right now.

Trey’s hazel eyes immediately find me and he gently pushes the girl off, visibly cringing before he addresses me.

“Who's this?” the girl sneers.

“Sasha, you could have called, you know. A warning maybe next time?” he complains.

“I didn’t know this was turning into Trey’s den of debauchery,” I say with my hands on my hips.

He whispers something to the girl and she walks away, to Treys room, I assume, shooting me a nasty look as she walks by.

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