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I don’t even like red wine, but I liked brooding over my mistakes even less. Maybe it’s the alcohol that made me do it. Maybe it was Oliver’s hypnotizing stare.

More likely it was my desperate need to forget the dirty coating my skin. Either way, when Oliver came on to me, I fell into his bed without protest. And proceeded to fuck him after doing it with his dad just days before like the dirty whore, he proclaimed me to be.

It was magical in a way that I can’t describe because no one in my short sexual experience spent so much time on me and my needs.

Of course, it was ruined when Oliver rocked my world the following Monday, but if I can take anything from the experience it’s that sex didn’t have to be painful if you were with the right person.

Turns out, that wasn’t Oliver.

None of this answers the question that’s been rolling through me since I learned of Dixie’s death though. Why did she do it? What was she looking for and what did she find?

Chapter 17

Penny

The following morning, I force myself to eat some crackers and sip on a soda while I check my messages. Now that I’ve outed myself and my mission, I’m appropriately cautious when I find a response from Need 4 Speed. These assholes aren’t going to tell me shit if it means incriminating themselves.

Still, my pulse thumps painfully as I click into the message.

Need 4 Speed:I don’t know what you’re talking about.

“Seriously?” I mutter, taking a screenshot of their messages and sending them through.

Thankfully, the little green light tells me he or she, I’m still not convinced it isn’t a woman, is online and I hold my breath while I re-read their history and wait for an answer.

Need 4 Speed:I see you like playing on the dark side.

Dixieletta:Maybe…but you know it’s much more fun.

Need 4 Speed:Hm, just be careful. You never know who’s waiting to take advantage of a girl like you.

Dixieletta:I’m pretty dangerous myself…

It’s weird to read through Dixie’s secret life because it’s a side of her I could never have imagined.

Was she turned on by Mr. G’s roughness where it left me cold?

The computer dings and I click over to my messages.

Need 4 Speed:I don’t know nothing about nothing.

Sweetie:Sure, you don’t. It’s obvious you spoke about shit. I just want to know if she said anything.

Need 4 Speed:Anything? Baby, she couldn’t speak around my dick in her mouth.

Sweetie:Charming…but let’s be real, you don’t have a dick.

There’s a pause while I assume this bitch regroups before another message comes through.

Need 4 Speed:I’m happy to give you a trial run…

Sweetie:Cut the shit. If you don’t want to tell me what you know, maybe you’ll tell the police…

There’s an extended silence after that and I’m just about to close out my browser, disheartened when I get a response.

Need 4 Speed:Dixie was on a quest, wouldn’t stop. Didn’t seem to care how dangerous it was.

Sweetie:Why?

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