Page 170 of Vengeful Princess

I doubted the engagement was still on. From what I’d read in the press, Camilla’s father was no pushover and he seemed reallyfond of her. He wasn’t the sort of guy to stand for anyone making a mockery of his only daughter.

I wondered if Cassian knew about this, and then shook my head. Of course he did. He’d probably been tagged a million times already by friends and followers. The whole damned world had most likely seen me having sex on camera.

Including my father and Torrance. But I didn’t have time to worry about that now. The sooner I got away from this disaster of a party, the better.

“Thea!” Eden’s voice yelling my name caught my attention. When I looked to my left, she was running toward me, dragging Michael in her wake. “Are you OK?” she asked when she reached us.

“Not here, Eden,” Kyril growled, glaring at anyone who got too close. Most of them took a careful step back but one or two didn’t seem to care.

In the background, the musicians carried on playing, even though nobody was dancing anymore. Any minute now, I half expected the floor to tilt sideways, throwing me into a churning ocean. Yes, the whole ‘music playing while my life went tits up’ felt like a major Titanic moment.

“Whore!” Olivia’s predictable response to my sex tape shame barely made an impression. Her opinion of my life choices meant nothing.

“Google yourself, Liv, I guarantee there’s a video of you being ass fucked on YouPorn,” Landon snapped.

Eden didn’t seem surprised by that revelation, but Olivia’s cheeks flushed bright red.

We pushed past the people hovering around the doorway and into a side corridor.

“In here,” Landon said, kicking open a door. A light switched on, revealing a bland room containing several desks and filing cabinets. I guessed this was one of the administration offices.

“Any idea where Cass is?” Landon asked Kyril. He shook his head.

“I’m so sorry, babe,” Eden murmured to me, pulling me close for a hug.

“I’m fine,” I lied. Nothing I said or did would make any difference at this point. A sex tape wouldn’t hurt Landon’s rep, and although Cassian probably didn’t have a fiancée anymore, I suspected the only person who gave a fuck about that was his father.

The main person affected was me.

A sex tape may have boosted Kim Kardashian’s career, but it wouldn’t have the same positive impact on my life.

“It’s OK to not be OK,” Eden said softly, then she grinned. “Was it good?”

“Good?” I repeated.

“Yeah, good being railed by those two.” She fanned herself. “I mean, I know fuckboy there has a rep for being good in the sack, but Cassian has always been more discreet, if you know what I mean. So… is he…?” She put her hands together and gradually widened them.

Ignoring Landon’s smug look at Eden’s assessment of his sex skills, I stared at her.

“You’re seriously asking me if Cassian has a big dick less than 10 minutes after I discover there’s a sex tape of me splashed all over the internet?”

She smirked, utterly unrepentant, while Michael threw his hands in the air.

“Baby, I’m out of here. Text me when you’re done. I’ll be back in my room.” He left, but she barely gave him a second glance. My personal life was apparently way more interesting than her boyfriend.

“Damn right. I only watched a few seconds of the film out of respect for our friendship, so I missed the money shot, but I’m fully expecting you to spill the tea.”

Laughter bubbled up, taking me by surprise. Both guys stared in my direction like I’d lost the plot. Maybe I had?

“I can neither confirm nor deny Cassian Forsyth has a big—”

The door swung open, hitting the wall with a crash.

“I do,” the man himself barked. Then he looked at me, his face etched with concern.

“Me too,” Landon piped up. “In case you were wondering.”

Eden’s eyes rolled back in her head so far it was a wonder she didn’t fall over.

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