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I sigh. “Just say it.”

She shakes her head. “Nope. I’m not going to do that. I barely know you. You’ve clearly done your research about what they want, and if you’re comfortable with that, then who am I to tell you anything otherwise? But you’re telling me for a reason, so maybe if you explain why you told me, we can work out what you need.”

I stare at her. And blink. Then stare some more. The straightforward way she spoke makes processing the words a little harder, because honestly, I’m not used to them.

My entire life has been filled with social workers and parent-type figures all wanting to tell me how to best live my life. What I should do. What I shouldn’t do.

Don’t eat so much, you don’t want to get fat. No one likes a fat girl.

Emery, you should smile more. Foster families don’t want angry little girls.

Tray is bad news, Emery. You need to stay away from him.

Whatever you do, don’t cry. It’ll be over before you know it.

Narrowing my eyes, I examine her expression, trying to figure out her motives. Oakley stays completely still as I study her. For the first time in my life, I can’t figure it out.

Either she has no ulterior motives, or she’s a sociopath.

And since history tells me everyone has an ulterior motive, I land on sociopath. Because why the fuck would she care about me? Like she said, we’ve only known each other for a few days. I’ve known people for years and couldn’t give a fuck about them.

She doesn’t know me and isn’t willing to get into my business, which works for me. I don’t need nosy bitches in my shit. As much as I like Oakley—for a roommate, anyway—I won’t hesitate to put her on her ass if she gets in between me and my goals.

And right now, my only goals are to graduate, get my CPA, and move an entire state away to escape my old life.

Excluding tonight, of course.

“I figure someone should know where I am, in case shit goes sideways,” I finally answer her.

Oakley nods and takes a bite of her half-finished banana. “That makes sense. Okay, so text me the details, and then I’llhave everything to give to the cops. What timeframe for return would you like?”

This chick. I just told her I want her to have the details of my definite gangbang and potential murder location, and she just rolls with it?

Fucking hell. A gangbang. That’s what tonight is, isn’t it? Four men, one hole. Well, three, really. I clench my hand around my glass and try to swallow around my tightening throat. Two, if they respect my wishes.

“If I’m not back by lunchtime tomorrow, probably best to make the call. Especially if you can’t talk to me on the phone. Anyone could pretend to be me over text.” It’s her turn to stare at me for a moment, clearly wondering how I picked up that piece of life experience.

Slowly, she nods. “Okay, sure. So, you’ll send me all the details for tonight, oh, and their username. That’ll help track them. And if I don’t hear from you before lunch time tomorrow, I’ll call the cops and hand everything over to them. I can do that.”

With a tight smile on my lips, I gather up my things while two overly tanned people kiss on the TV. “I’m going to get my stuff ready and go to the hotel now.”

Her eyes hold concern, but she smiles. “Hey, just think. The next time we see each other, you’ll be ten thousand dollars richer.”

“Yeah. Minus five hundred. I’ll get that to you as soon as I’m back.”

She waves her hand at me. “No rush.”

“Thanks,” I reply before dumping my mess in the kitchen and disappearing to my room.

My heart is racing as I close my bedroom door behind me.

In twelve hours, I will be ten thousand dollars richer.

And I will have experienced my first gangbang.

Fuck me. Literally.

Chapter 12

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