Page 58 of Resist

I hesitantly accept it. “One drink?” I ask. “Then you’ll delete it?”

“I promise.” He nods at my glass. “We can talk, and then you can rush back to your new toy. I won’t even stop you. Let’s have a truce for tonight.”

I debate his words, but honestly, I’m sick and angry, and I just want to be back in bed with my baby so he can make this all better and I can pretend I never loved this monster.

With that in mind, I flip his script and play him at his own game.

I turn the glass so my lips don’t touch where his were, and then I gulp the entire thing before wiping my mouth. I hate red wine, and he knows that. The bitter taste always makes me sick.

“There, one drink. Now delete it,” I order, putting the glass down on the side table as he watches me. “Theo,” I warn when he does nothing.

“Well played.” Pulling out his phone, he turns to show me as he deletes the pending post.

“In your storage too,” I order.

Muttering under his breath, he hands me his phone. “You do it then.” Sparing him an annoyed look, I navigate to his videos and delete any I see with me in them, then just to be sure, I check his texts and his email, but I don’t see anything else. “That’s it? Where else?”

“Only in my mind,” he grumbles as he grabs his phone. “You have to admit it was a good fucking night.”

“It was the only time you were happy,” I snap, “because you were using me to get what you wanted.”

He pouts. “It wasn’t all bad.”

“No, it wasn’t, and if you hadn’t ruined it, I would probably still be with you. You did that, not me, but I have to thank you for breaking my heart. If you didn’t, I never would have joined Sanctuary and met Ryker, and I never would have met the person I was supposed to spend the rest of my life with. I never thought I would say this, but thank you, Theo, for breaking myheart so I could find the people I was meant to be with in the first place. Now I’m going to leave, and if you contact me again, I will involve my agency. I don’t care about the consequences.”

My body is hot, probably due to my anger and that stupid red wine—another reason I want to get the hell out of here.

“It’s a shame you feel that way,” he drawls as I wait for his response, my phone buzzing in my pocket. I don’t dare pull it out and answer it, not with Theo here. Who knows what he will do? “I was going to be nice, but that was cruel of you, Fox. You really think I don’t have that video backed up?”

“You bastard,” I hiss. “Delete it now. We had a deal.”

“Hmm, we did, but I want a new one.” He puts his glass down as he watches me. “How are you feeling, by the way?”

“What do you mean?” I mutter, but my voice sounds odd.

Blinking, I fall back a step. My head feels fuzzy, like I drank too much, my hearing is weird, and I feel hot all over. “Delete it,” I demand, but it’s more of a slur.

His smile is cruel as he looks up at me through his lashes and takes a sip of the glass I gave him. “You should have kept this glass,” he says, and as I watch, he pulls a vial from his pocket, shaking it to show me. “You always were too trusting.”

I fall back another step. My body isn’t working right, and my legs feel heavy. Turning, I try to reach the door, but he blocks my path and pushes me back to the sofa.

I fall without meaning to, unable to stop myself, and sink into the deep cushions as I struggle to fight off whatever he gave me. “You drugged me,” I accuse.

“I did.” He chuckles as he undoes his robe to reveal nothing but some tiny boxers, and then he swings his bare legs over mine, straddling me. “I knew you wouldn’t give in otherwise—you’re too noble. This way, we can have some fun like we used to.”

“What did you give me?” I reach forward to push him away, but my hands won’t lift and my voice is odd. My head falls to the side, too heavy to keep up as the room spins.

He drags my head back around, and all I can do is blink at him.

I realize I’m paralyzed.

“Something to make you relax. Don’t worry, you’ll still feel everything we’ll do. They promised me your body will still work, but this way I can have my fun without you fighting me. You were always stronger than me, after all, which was something I used to enjoy, but I find it annoying now that you won’t give me what I want.” He sweeps his tongue along my lips, making my stomach roll, and a tear squeezes from my eye. “You should have taken me up on my offer while I was being nice. I always get what I want, Fox. You know that.” His lips press to mine in a swift kiss, and my stomach churns harder as I scream in my mind, demanding my body to move, but it won’t listen.

I can’t get away.

His hands slide down my chest as he smiles at me, my cock limp under his touch. “Don’t worry, I have something for this if we can’t make it work.” His mouth brushes against my ear. “I’m going to play with you all night, and I’m going to make a whole other video. In the morning, if you report me or you don’t break up with that pretty boy, then I’m going to show the world both. He’ll think you cheated. He’ll break up with you, your band will be ruined, and you’ll have nowhere to go but to me. It’s perfect, don’t you think?” He bites my ear, and I feel the sharp pain stab through my heavy body. “You always said I was smart and could do anything I put my mind to. I guess you were right.”

He leans back, rolling his hips across my thighs, his hard dick peeking from his boxers. I gag, my mouth falling open at the implication of his words.

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