Page 103 of Creed

“Cause… It’s Sophie. Come on, the girl is as straight-laced as they come. What sort of trouble is she going to get herself into?”

“Tell that to every woman and girl who goes missing and winds up dead, Zac,” I snap. “This doesn’t have to be something shedidto bring onto herself. Trouble finds all sorts of innocent people.”

I look at him, likereallylook at him. I ignore the chiseled features, his hard, athletic build, and his cocky good looks. Hisface is pale and drawn, and his blue eyes are worried. “And cut the shit, Zac. You’re as worried as me. Otherwise, why are you here?”

“Maybe I felt like getting my cock sucked.”

I grab the closest thing to me—my pillow—and chuck it at him. He knocks it away, and the asshole laughs. I channel my inner Sophie and grit, “Drop the douche canoe man-whore act for once in your life.”

His cocky smile falls. “I’m sorry.” He hangs his head and rubs his temples. “I asked around at the party last night. A few claimed they saw it, but I don’t know if I believe them. People are always talking shit and trying to look like a big deal around me.”

“Oh, the hard, torturous life of Zac Watkins. Rich boy with the world at his feet.” Guilt slices across my chest when I see him balk at my words. “Shit… I’m sorry. I’m normally not such a bitch.”

He looks at me from under his lashes. “We’ll call it even for my douche canoe man-whore comment, yeah?”

“Yeah.” I chew on my lip. “What did those people say?”

“Reinforced the rumors that a girl who looked like Sophie was running and a big bike came down the path.” He shoots me a wary glance. “Said the guy was huge… Theo said the guy pulled out what looked like a gun.”

The blood drains from my face. “What?Why aren’t the police all over this?”

“Because there’s nothing on the surveillance feeds. I got Jack to check again. There’snothing. No guy on a motorcycle. No girl running with two other guys running after her. No gun.”

“Why didn’t Theo call the police?”

“Fucker claimed he didn’t want to get involved.” Zac interlinks his fingers and pushes them out, cracking them. I notice the knuckles on his right hand are busted up. “No one else with Theo thinks they saw a gun, though. They think he’s exaggerating and showboating.”

“I feel like I should call the police and make a report.”

“I asked Jack. He said we could, but with Sophie's text, plus nothing being found on the surveillance feed, they likely won’t do anything at this point.”

My eyes well with tears again, and I hang my head.

“Have you slept, Ollie?”

“Not really.” I sniff, pushing back the tears.

“Ate?”

“No.”

“Why don’t you go shower and grab a bite to eat?”

I shake my head. “I don’t want to leave in case Sophie comes back.”

“How about I stay here and wait?”

I lift my head and push back my riot of curls. “Why would you do that? Are you going to do something perverted, like jizz all over our underwear or something?”

“Really?” he scoffs.

“I’m sorry, but in a way, I’m not sorry. I mean… you are, well…You.” The cocky, vain, egotistical jock who has no shortage of women wanting to take a ride on his disco stick. “And why the hell are you so concerned about my friend?” I cross my arms across my chest. My perky tits nearly pop out of my tank top, but his gaze doesn’t even flicker downward to glance at them.

“She’s… she’s good people, okay?”

“I know that. How doyouknow that, though?”

He looks like he wants to say something, but he bites it back. “Look, do you want to go shower and get some food? I can stay here. Or not. Whatever.”

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