Page 9 of Our Hearts to Break

“Don’t fuck with me, woman.”

“I’m not.” She bites her lip. “I just wanted the videos of me. I didn’t… What book are you talking about?”

“Dirty Pucking Secrets,” River tells her. “Everyone on campus is talking about it.”

She shakes her head. “I haven’t checked my phone. I’ve been working on a paper for Lit class.”

“You better be telling the truth,” I say, anger rolling off me.

“I am.” She leans against the wall, eyeing us up. “And I’m sorry I stole the videos, but you stopped talking to me… and I didn’t want you to have something you could use to blackmail me.”

“You could have asked,” I tell her. “I would have deleted them.”

Samantha flicks her hair over her shoulder, a knowing look on her face. “At least now it makes sense. I saw the River folder on your computer. Were you always into each other?”

“No,” River admits. “That didn’t happen until recently. But if it makes you feel any better, we were with you the longest. We liked you, Sam. It’s not personal. I promise.”

“Are you guys gay? What’s your deal?”

River nods. “Please don’t say anything. No one knows. They can’t… It would ruin my career.”

“You also signed an NDA,” I remind her. “You couldn’t say anything… even if you wanted to.”

“I know. And I won’t.”

Leaning against the wall, I stuff my hands into my pockets. “Give us the videos, Sam.”

“No,” she fires back at me. “You’re not keeping porn of me. Just because I signed an NDA doesn’t give you the right.”

“Then delete them.”

Samantha puts her cell phone in my palm. “Go ahead. I don’t have any use for them.”

I scroll through her phone and delete the videos. After the evidence is gone, I hand her the phone.

“I saw it, you know,” Samantha says. “The way River looked at you. When you walked into a room, it was like his world stopped. You were so blind. I wondered if I was making it up because you could never see it. But I knew the night he left us. You couldn’t get hard. We had to watchhim.”

“Now my eyes are wide open,” I tell her. “I know what I want.”

Anymore, I crave men. I haven’t thought of a woman since the last time I fucked Samantha. Even with her licking her lips and shoving out her tits, she does nothing for me, which is weird because I used to love fucking her.

“Do you keep backups of your phone on your computer?”

“No.”

“Well, I keep backups of my files.” I whip out my cell and show her all the videos, not including those I store on the cloud. “If you tell anyone about River and me, I will post every video of you sucking our dicks, taking both of us at the same time. I will send them to your dad, brothers, and everyone you have ever known. I will ruin your fucking life. I don’t want to, Sam. But I will do anything to protect River. Do you understand me?”

“Nate,” she whispers, putting her hand on my chest. “I would never. I swear. I was angry and jealous… and upset. You treated me like shit. Acted like you never gave a damn about me.”

“I’m with River now,” I confess, and I love how the words sound. “Like he said, it’s not personal. You’re just not him.”

She nods. “I get it.”

I rub the pad of my thumb across her bottom lip. “Be a good girl and keep this mouth shut.”

Without another word, I exit her dorm room with River, wondering when the next shoe will drop.

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