Page 82 of Tormented Kings

Me? I added a few things to my costume. It was originally a bodysuit and the angel wings, but I’ve added fishnet stockings and combat boots. I’m wearing a black wig with long beach wave curls and my makeup is done dark and sexy.

I feel like a different person, something fun and exciting for the night. I hope the guys like it.

Sending a quick text to Collin that I love him and I wish he could be here, I toss my phone on my bed and grab a disposable camera, attaching it to my wrist.

Grayson has a rule of no phones allowed. Something about keeping what goes on at his parties a mystery makes people want to come and experience it for themselves. But he did agree to a disposable camera. It’s not against his rules. I guess people just don’t use them anymore. Shame, I love how the photos turn out when developed.

“Alright, let’s go!” Alice says, a little too cheerfully. We all started drinking about a half hour ago. They’re on their way to tipsy town, but I’ve only had one drink. I might have more, but I’d rather wait until I’m with the guys. Better to be safe. Seeing how parties and I don’t have a good history together.

I still can’t believe it was Declan this whole time who was the one who brought me home that night, and then the night of the party this past summer. He’s always been there for me, I just didn’t know it.

I still haven’t been able to bring myself to talk to him about it. Just thinking about that night brings back bad memories. At least from what I can remember from that night. Part of me fears if I talk about it at all, it might trigger something and I don’t want to remember. I know I should; it could help with a case against Lionel, but I already have too much going on in my life to bring this into it.

No. It’s better to keep the past in the past. Why bring up old things? I’m happy. I don’t want to ruin that.

Opening my bedroom door, I’m surprised by how soundproof it is because the moment I do, we’re met by the loud music coming from downstairs.

“Are we late or early?” I ask as we move through the dark hallway.

“No idea,” Emma laughs. “I’ve always been late coming to these. Brent isn’t here yet. He said to meet him down in the kitchen. Fine by me, because I need another drink.”

We manage to make it to the bottom of the stairs without falling. Why is this place so damn dark? I tried to turn the lights on, but the switch didn’t work. Guess he doesn’t want someone to turn the lights on and ruin the vibe.

And I see why as I take my first look at the place. “Holy shit,” I say in awe.

This place is decked out from ceiling to floor to make it look like an epic haunted house but still having a party look to it.

“So, what do you think?” Declan asks. I spin around and nearly cum in my pants when I see what he’s dressed as.

“Yeah, I can see why you’re not gay. Maybe I’m not either. Because holy hell, woman,” Mia gapes at Declan.

I don’t blame her. He’s dressed as Milo Thatch fromAtlantis, the Lost Empire.

“Hey there,” Emma purrs, strutting her way over to him. She slides up next to him and pets his arm. “Need any help checking your prostate?”

His eyes widen as he lets out a choking sound. “I’m sorry, what?” he asks, voice going a little higher.

“Dear god, Emma, do you have no shame?” I groan as Mia and Alice burst into laughter.

“What? Have you seen him? Boy is fucking fine.” She turns back to Declan. “Smart choice, big guy. You’re gonna have her kitty purring all night long now.”

“I’m so confused,” he laughs awkwardly, scratching the back of his head.

“Yup, you’re doomed, girl,” Emma sighs, then looks back up to Declan. “Sorry, man. I don’t hook up with my girl’s homies.” She puts up a peace sign and walks towards the kitchen.

“Sadie, Sweetheart, please tell me what is going on?” he asks me.

“Don’t mind her.” I laugh. “She’s a little tipsy. On her way to being drunk.”

“Oh, okay, because not going to lie, I was a little afraid there,” he chuckles.

“How come? Don’t want anyone checking your prostate?” I grin. “I mean, I could help scratch that itch if you’re a really good boy and ask me nicely.”

His breath hitches, eyes flaring. “Sadie,” he says in a warning tone. “Please, don’t make me walk around here for the rest of the night sporting a hard on.”

“If I gotta walk around here with wet panties at the sight of you, it’s only fair.”

“You’re killing me, Sweetheart,” he groans. “Because fucking hell, Sadie, you look amazing. It’s going to be hard to keep my hands off you all night.”

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