Page 78 of Destroying Everleigh

MGK - I Think I’m Okay

Ifelt hollow watching Everleigh gather her clothes, even more so after she told me it would never happen again, not that I really expected it to, but hearing her say it made it that much more real. I knew it could never be anything more than a quick fuck. Not that it had been that quick, but still, it had the same effect. And if Ashton believed that I’d done it simply to hurt her, he’d probably get over it more easily, rather than looking at it like some kind of betrayal.

But the truth was, I wanted it. I’d wanted it for a long fucking time. Ashton could believe whatever he wanted, and I’d even pretend it hadn’t meant a single thing to me. It wasn’t like it would happen again. I meant it when I said it would be a one-time thing before we even started fucking. Everleigh hated me even more now, and that was probably for the best.

I’d help Ashton destroy her as promised, and then I’d finish college. I was majoring in fine arts to brush up on my skills, and I was getting my minor in chemistry. Kash was majoring incomputer science—he’d always been somewhat of a nerd, so it didn’t surprise me, and he was minoring in graphic design.

I didn’t technically have to get a degree to be a tattoo artist, but I knew that experience helped tremendously in this kind of field, and I wanted people to trust me. People were usually more wary when they went to an artist who didn’t have a degree under his belt, and I didn’t want to give anyone a reason to doubt me. Not when it came to my artistic knowledge and ability to work a tattoo gun.

I sat up, leaning my back against the headboard. The sweat had cooled my body, causing goosebumps to prickle along my skin from the cool air. My eyes darted toward the center of my bed, a large wet spot seeping through the sheets where Everleigh had came. My cock throbbed painfully at the memory. It was one thing to feel her squirt all over my hand, but an entirely different thing to feel it all over my dick. Even with the condom acting as a barrier, it did little to prevent the moisture from making its way through it.

Fuck.

I wish she wouldn’t have said anything about a condom. I would have fucked her tight little pussy bare.

Sighing, I threw the sheets off my waist and picked up my boxers, slipping them on. It was obvious I wouldn’t be getting much sleep tonight. I’d been close to crashing when she was in my arms, but Ashton had to ruin that, too. Now he was going to either post that picture in that stupid group of us, or he was going to use it to blackmail her, which might even be worse.

I had taken one with Kash’s hand up her dress, but I could never bring myself to post it. I’ve had countless opportunities to do just that. It had been a couple of weeks since I’d taken it, maybe even longer. Maybe I was the one going soft.

I pulled on my sweats next, not even bothering with a shirt. I stepped out into the hallway and descended the stairs, voices trickling through the air as my feet hit the wood at the bottom.

Kash and Ashton were in the kitchen, standing around the island while they drank a glass of whiskey. They glanced over at me when I made my presence known, and I knew what they were thinking. That I couldn’t control myself, that I crossed a line. My hair was disheveled as hell, I could feel it. There were also scratch marks on my arms, and my lips were probably swollen.

I crossed the kitchen and opened the liquor cabinet, pulling a half-empty bottle of whiskey from the top shelf.

Kash was the first to speak, doing his best to break the tension. “She’s a screamer, huh?” He smirked, though his jaw was feathered slightly, giving away that he wasn’t entirely okay with what had happened, either.

I grunted in response and retrieved a whiskey glass filling it halfway before returning the bottle to the cabinet.

When I didn’t respond past that, he continued. “I knew you were fuckingsomeone. I just never expected that it would be Everleigh of all people. How’d that happen anyway?”

I blew out a frustrated breath, wishing I would have chosen to stay in my room instead. I took a drink, the whiskey sliding down my throat smoothly before I leaned against the counter and thought of what to say. I couldn’t exactly tell him the truth—that she had looked so vulnerable and attractive sitting there, and that all I could think about was what it would feel like to fuck her. Especially after feeling her lips on mine, after having my fingers in her cunt, and after tasting her. I still hadn’t brought myself to wash my hands or brush my teeth. My fingers were still damp from when they’d been in her and from when I peeled the condom off, allowing her juices to coat my hand. It was taking everything in me not to slip them in my mouth.

“I saw an opportunity and I took it.” I shrugged, lying through my teeth. Though, technically, that had been what happened, just not for the sake of revenge.

Ashton narrowed his eyes at me. “So, it wasn’t because you wanted to have sex with her?”

I knew that if I denied wanting to fuck her, he’d call me on my bullshit. It was no secret that I’d had feelings for her in the past. “I wanted to,” I admitted. “But I also used that to hurt her in the end. I havesomerestraint.”

“Restraint?” Kash laughed, not making matters any better. “You had sex with her. The fuck you mean, restraint?”

Anger flared up inside of me. But he was right. I had no self-control, and it just pissed me off even more.

“Kash is right,” Ashton added unhelpfully. “She ran right into your arms after catching me with Briley. That means, she felt safe going to you.”

I didn’t like where this conversation was going. My jaw tightened as my teeth scraped against each other and I lifted my drink to my lips again, swallowing a mouthful. Everleigh had always felt safe around me. We had a history. That didn’t just go away because some bad things had happened.

“Or…” I began, trailing off. “She would have rather put up with me than stay there and watch her sister suck your cock.”

Kash snorted, shaking his head. “Yeah. I can’t believe you did that. I thought we weren’t fucking around with Briley, just using her.”

Ashton shrugged like it didn’t matter. “I said thatyoudidn’t have to screw around with her. I still have no intention of fucking her. But like Jameson, I saw an opportunity and took it.” He laughed as if he suddenly remembered something. “You should have seen Everleigh’s face when she walked in, too. She was so shocked.”

I couldn’t help but scoff. Of course he’d get off on some twisted shit like that. As the days went on, he was becoming less and less like the person I’d befriended in the first place. I had no issue parading other women around in front of her. Especially now that I knew she had feelings for me. She wouldn’t have fucked me otherwise. Everliegh didn’t do casual hookups, unless that had changed. But doing it in her mom’s bed—who had recently died—with her own sister, was crossing a line. A fucking big one. But I was coming to realize that with Ashton, there were no lines. He didn’t give a shit as long as he got what he wanted in the end.

Kash shifted uncomfortably, clearly not liking this either. We had our own reasons for wanting to hurt Everleigh, but neither of us would have taken it to that extent. And I knew that to Ash, this was child’s play. He was nowhere near done, and it would probably get worse and worse until she was completely broken.

“I was talking to Everleigh—” I started but was immediately cut off.

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