Page 25 of Hacker Betrayed

"And how do I explain the humming sound in my room?" I mused out loud. "It's also not my house. I've contemplated when I'm at work sneaking up to my apartment at lunch or on a break to relieve myself, but Wes and Eric are like ticks. Those men barely let me pee alone. I would be surprised if one isn't parked outside watching. Hell, they probably have some of Brock's tech and are listening to our conversation."

"You girls are too funny," Joyce laughed. "They bugged the tables in here years ago and the audio goes right to Blackwood."

The three of us became deadly quiet and Kat pulled out a small black wand from her purse. "I'll teach them."

Joyce's eyes widened. "I was joking, Kat. You carry a device to find bugs in your purse?"

"Of course, I do. Who doesn't?"

Rachelle raised her hand. "Sorry, Kat. I missed that in the Spy 101 class you gave me. I do have a can of mace, a bracelet that will help break a window, and I have a bobby pin stitched into all my jeans and skirts."

Kat placed the wand back in her purse. "I'm not sure if I believe you about them not bugging the place. My husband seems to know more than he should sometimes."

"Only because none of us keep our mouths shut. Then they repeat everything we say at the club, and the men gossip a hell of a lot more than we do," I pointed out. "I'm not sure how many times I've wandered into Brock's office in the morning and the men are around gossiping."

Rachelle grabbed a fry from the basket and popped it in her mouth. "You have a point. Wes sure does gossip a lot. I catch him on the phone with his sister all the time swapping stories. She tells him what's going on in Shialia and in return he gives her the gossip here."

Joyce smiled and left. I glanced down at my watch and saw Lydia was a half hour late. "Not sure if my sister is going to show. If I'm honest with myself, I'm okay with her standing me up. At least I got to talk with you guys."

Kat frowned and glanced over her shoulder. "I wanted to spend every second I could with Sophie when we found each other again. Antonio and I spent tons of time together, but I found a way to spend time with Sophie as well. Something is off with your family. How is it your other sister hasn't reached out to you at all?"

"I'm not sure." I tried to let the hurt caused by Ashlyn's silence not bother me. "Growing up, I was closer to Ashlyn than Lydia. She might hold the fact I stayed away against me. I need to reach out to her."

Rachelle nodded. "Yes, you need to reach out to her, but we also need to solve your little frustration problem."

Kat picked up her phone and tapped on the screen. "You have a point. I'll order you a vibrator. Any preference on size or color?"

"Let me text Wes." Rachelle pulled out her phone. "He used the one he just got on me the other night. I swear the vibrator barely touched my clit and I orgasmed."

My cheeks felt like they were on fire. I never talked like this with the girls, even at the club. "Guys, I told you I don't feel comfortable using a vibrator at Paxton's house."

Kat chuckled as I heard her phone swish and Rachelle's beep. Something was added to a group chat. My phone vibrated in my purse, and I was too scared to see what my friend texted.

"Why not buy a wearable device you can use in your car?" Kat replied. As if that was a logical thing.

Rachelle's head was tilted to the side, like she was pondering Kat's words.

"That's strange, Kat. Nobody does that in their car."

"Of course, people do." Kat seemed pleased with herself. "I'm sure we can text Jessica and she can rattle off the statistics of how many people masturbate in their cars."

"She does have a point," Rachelle replied. "People have sex in cars all the time. Now I'm curious. I’m sure she will have the statistic for us. I'm sure she can find the stat online before I go down the rabbit hole of searching."

Kats was typing away on her phone and my phone dinged again.

"I'm not going to masturbate in my car." The little old lady at the table across from ours clutched her pearls. Soon we would be banned from Chubby's just like the coffee shop down the block.

My phone buzzed again and then it started going off, beep after beep.

"How many people were on the text message?" I groaned. "Please tell me it's Jessica replying back with single line messages for the answer and not all our friends."

Kat pointed at me. "I felt like this was a statistic everyone in the group should know. For the record, nineteen percent of woman have admitted to masturbating in their cars."

"Really?" I asked, surprised how high the number was. My first thought was if people were using their vibrator at stoplights or if this was a thing where you went to park somewhere.

"Well, some husbands might not approve," Rachelle countered. "Think about some of the men you slept with who only cared about themselves and imagine what you’d do if he's always around. The car might be the only place she has to orgasm."

"I can't imagine being with a man who doesn't make sure you are taken care of," Kat sighed. "Just this morning—"

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