Page 28 of Into Ruin

I’m still asleep.

I didn’t wake up.

Horror and, worse, something deeper, floods through me. Something that feels a lot like arousal.

A voice in the back of my head whispers,Why do you like that?

Why am I not more pissed he broke into my room and fucked me while I slept?

I watch the whole thing. Never once does the video show either of our faces. He stays above it, never pressing his weight down into my body. He stills, then the video glitches again. It shows me, alone, curling onto my side away from the camera.

The screen goes black.

I shut off my phone and stare at the wall, willing my heart to calm down.

Turned on? Maybe.

But he shared it—he’s making money off of this.

Whatever anger I lacked while watching the video compounds as I consider the implications of how I just watched it. I paid four fucking dollars to watch my own sex tape.

That’smymoney.

I’m still stewing when Olivia returns a few minutes later. She peeks in, and when she sees what can only be my rage face, she enters fully. I focus on her and blow out a long, slow breath.

“I’m going to kill him,” I say quietly.

Olivia’s lips twitch. “Just tell me where to meet you with the shovels.”

12

CAMDEN

Icouldn’t check my phone on the bus. Royal was sitting right beside me, and I’m not quite sure how I’d explain away the WatchMe app on my phone… logged in under his sister’s name.

It screamed trouble, so I avoided it. I shut off my notifications, because I kept getting pings with comments and likes.

Harper is shut away in her room when we get home. Exhausted, we all wordlessly file upstairs and go into our rooms. I, along with the rest of my team, had shed our suit jackets and ties on the bus, replacing the starched dress shirts with t-shirts and hoodies stuffed in our hockey bags.

So it’s only my dress slacks and loafers I need to shed, plus the hoodie, to flop into bed.

Once there, buried under the covers, I open the app and scroll the notifications. There are too many, and finally, I just shake my head and switch over to the insights.

Thousands of new subscribers.

Thousands.

The monetary amount makes my jaw drop.

I go to the post and scroll through the comments. Most of them are flattering… and over half are explicit.

What the fuck is wrong with people?

I close out of it and silence the notifications. Fuck that. Fuck Harper for her sex appeal, for sleeping in that position, for not waking up. Even though I really didn’t want her to wake up.

Before I fully register my actions, I’m out of bed. Out of my room. Sneaking down the hallway to the last door—her door. I reach for the nail, but I test the knob first. Just in case.

It turns easily.

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