Page 19 of Resurrecting the Enemy
“Eden, c’mon…”
“What?” she asked.
“Cut me some slack.”
“All I’m saying is that, if you’re going to get broken in, who better than Reed Jr.?” she remarked. “Sure, he’s a rumored psychopath, and you’ll probably be left an emotional and mental mess, but, Lake, you can’t tell me it wouldn’t be worth it.”
“Uh, excuse me, my mental and emotional health are more important than sex,” I argued.
“How would you know?” she countered. “You’ve never had sex before.”
“Well, neither have you,” I pointed out.
“Yeah, well, I’m not being chased by Satan 2.0 with a six-pack,” she replied, picking up on how I had referred to Ramsey as Satan 2.0 during my recount of events.
I let out a deep breath, and I swear I wanted to bang my head up against something. “Do you think he’ll leave me alone if I just give him what he wants?”
Eden’s voice went from teasing to serious. “Lake, by your own recollection, he said he didn’t want sex from you. He said he wantedyou,”she reminded me. “I don’t think it’ll be that simple, whether you sleep with him or not.”
“I don’t know what to do,” I admitted. “I just know I refuse to be some toy to amuse himself with.”
“And it’s never occurred to you that he might be serious about you?” Eden asked.
I had to laugh at that. “That guy can have any girl on the planet he wants, Eden,” I pointed out. “Every girl at Windsor is probably lined up to ride his dick, as he so eloquently informed me earlier. What could he possibly want with me, besides toy with me because he thinks I saw something I didn’t?”
“You’re beautiful, Lake,” she quickly rushed out. “You are every bit as beautiful as any of those girls who go to Windsor.”
“I’m not, but thank you,” I replied. “The point is, this is not about looks, Eden. This is about everything else, and none of it makes any sense.”
She didn’t say anything for a bit, and it was depressing. Finally, she said, “So, we go to Keri’s party Friday and forget Reed Jr. for a night, yeah?”
“Yeah, okay,” I agreed, but I wasn’t sure Keri’s party was going to have enough alcohol for that.
Chapter 11
Ramsey~
“So, want to know what else I found out?” I looked up from my laptop to find Maddox leaning against the door frame of my bedroom door.
I swiveled in my desk chair to face him completely. “What?”
He pushed off the door frame and walked in until he planted his ass on my bed. “Erica Chambers.”
“What about her?” When Mad had researched Curt Metcalf, Erica had made a small appearance during the research, and while I knew what she looked like, that’s all that had been added into Metcalf’s file. I had needed details about Lake, her parents, her best friend, and her ex-boyfriend. I hadn’t needed details about anyone else.
“So, because I’m don’t do shit half-ass, I dug a little deeper into your boy’s shit, and I was able to get into his DMs and shit, and Ms. Chambers went at that dude hard.”
I leaned back in my chair. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, she’d been hitting on him for a long time before he finally caved,” he answered.
My brows furrowed. “Before he started dating Lake?”
Mad shook his head. “No. Four days after he changed all his media shit to state he was in a relationship with your girl, Erica started messaging him and all kinds of shit. I dug in a year before that, and until then, they’d never messaged each other.” He popped a brow. “There was mutual shit for like parties and stuff, but nothing personal.”
“So, Erica wasn’t interested in Metcalf until he started dating Lake,” I concluded.
Mad nodded. “And, I gotta tell you, R.J., he held firm through the entire six months she chased him. And I’m talking sending him nude selfies and even videos of the shit she’s capable of.”
