Page 71 of Bleed for Me

“Do you have proof?”

Her head fell forward, hair brushing the tabletop with the movement. “I was afraid you were going to ask. I do, but it’s…graphic.”

My heart was racing, and my palms were sweating, but I needed this. Just in case he tried to weasel his way out of it somehow, and I was dumb enough to fall for it. With cold, hardproof, I’d know for certain, and he wouldn’t be able to gaslight me.

I straightened in my seat, schooling my features the best I could. No one needed to see me break right now. Not here, not in front of Seven of all people, and not over someone who might have cheated on me for over a year.

“Show me.”

She sighed and tugged her expensive looking phone out of her pocket. Her fake nails tapped across the screen as she scrolled and hit icons. When she found what she was looking for, she placed the phone down on the table and slid it toward me.

“Don’t turn the sound up,” she said quickly, a small flush coating her cheeks.

But I wanted to hear it. I didn’t want to embarrass her in front of all these people, though. She wasn’t at fault. She owed me no loyalty, and she didn’t even know I existed before now.

“Headphones?” I asked, refusing to look at the screen until I was ready to watch it.

She heaved a sigh and grabbed her purse from where it sat at her feet, pulling it into her lap. Items rustled around the bag as she searched. Once she was done, she slid those over to me, too.

I pulled the wireless headphones from the box it was in and placed them in my ears, satisfied when they connected immediately.

Taking her phone in my hands, I attempted to calm my racing heart by taking deeper, steadier breaths. And then I hit play.

By the positioning of the camera, I could tell it was a room cam. If Alex went to these lengths to keep it a secret, he never would have allowed anyone to film him like this. The room was large with a California King bed in the center. This wasn’t a dorm room. This was either a room in one of the sorority houses or one at her own house.

The sound of a door closing reached my ears through the headphones and the two of them walked inside. As soon as they were in view of the camera, she turned to him with a wide smile, staring at him like he hung the moon. I had to remind myself that she didn’t know he had a girlfriend. She’d simply just fallen under his spell like I had. He grinned back, no sign of guilt on his face at all. She dropped her purse on the floor, the same one she had with her now, and threw her arms around his neck. Even when he held her against him and kissed her fiercely, I didn’t stop watching.

My hands trembled as their passionate make out session grew more intense. His lips dropped to her neck. I could tell it was dark out. My eyes drifted to the bottom of the screen as their sloppy kisses drifted through my ears. My heart stuttered, bile rising to the back of my throat.

Valentine’s Day. This was only a handful of months ago. Right after he left me for trying to throw myself at him. He said he was taking a drive.

A drive right into her pussy.

Unease coiled around me, gripping my intestines in a vise. He peeled her dress from her body, revealing a pair of small, perky tits. She hadn’t even bothered wearing a bra, left in only a black thong with red hearts decorating the lace. She knew he was coming…that’s why she was all dressed up. Her hair and makeup were done despite it being nearly midnight.

Had he gone to my place, knowing he’d pick a fight with me just so he could run over to her? I just gave him the opportunity and he took it. He started trailing kisses down her chest, wrapping his lips around one of her darkened nipples. The popping sound of him sucking it rang through my skull.

My face heated with humiliation and pain. It was taking everything in me just to hold the tears back, but I wasn’t done. I needed to see how far this would go even if I knew already.

I fast-forwarded a few minutes. They were both naked on the bed now, her chest lowered to the mattress at the edge. From the positioning of the camera, that left them diagonal, giving me a good side view of what was happening. Ava’s hair was wrapped around his fist, his other hand gripping her waist as he pounded into her from behind. Her choked moans rang out around the room followed by his pleasure-induced grunts.

I’d never even seen his dick before and he had no problem showing it to someone else, allowing them to feel it. Bile rose to the back of my throat like acid. I felt so guilty after the things I’d done, when he was off doing this with no remorse whatsoever.

His voice rang out, the sound of it so full of heat and desire that it made my insides twist. “God, Ava. You’re gripping me so damn tight. You’re my dirty little whore, aren’t you?” his heavy breathing followed as he brought his hand down on her ass, making her buck forward with a whimper.

“God, yes,” she moaned.

I’d seen enough. I ripped the earbuds out of my ears and stuffed them back into the box with shaky hands before pushing them back across the table along with her phone.

“Are you okay?” she asked with sincerity.

Why couldn’t she just be a bitch so I could hate her, too? “He had just left my house that night. We got into an argument. He said he was going for a drive. Guess that really meant that he was going to see his mistress.” There was an unintentional bite to my tone, but it wasn’t directed at her. A manic laugh slipped from my lips, surprising even myself. The alternative was bursting into tears, though. “He told me he was a virgin. That he wanted to wait until marriage. It had beenhisidea.”

She winced, dropping her gaze to the table like looking at me was a chore. Hell, maybe it was. She obviously cared for him, too. We both lost him when we found out about the other. “I’m sorry,” she muttered.

I waved a dismissive hand in the air even though I was dying on the inside. “Don’t be. Thanks for telling me.”

She nodded, stuffing her things back in her bag before giving me another hesitant look. “I expected you to be…crazy.”

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