Page 14 of Our Shattered Pieces
Or best, depending on who you asked.
I only got two steps past them when Calvin stepped in my way. “What’s the hurry, Molly?”
“Nothing that’s any of your business, Calvin,” I replied. “Now get out of my way.”
Then Sawyer’s voice coated me from behind. “Well, isn’t this nice and cozy, yeah?”
“Not interested,” I bit out.
Calvin’s condescending tone grated. Badly. “Somehow, I don’t think that’s quite true, sweetheart.”
“Yeah,” Sawyer agreed. “Those words of yours don’t quite ring true.”
I turned, so that I wasn’t standing between them, but next to them, though they were still blocking my path. “I don’t really care what you guys believe,” I said. “It’s the truth whether you believe it or not.”
Sawyer cocked his head, his eyes bright. “We were there, remember?”
“Yeah,” Calvin added. “It’s kind of hard to believe that when we know better.”
I tightened my hold on my bag. I hated to even talk about it, but I had to make these two see that I truly wasn’t interested in what they had to offer. No matter how deep my perversions might go, that didn’t mean I was interested in indulging in them after what Ethan had done to me. And even if I was, that didn’t mean I was interested in pursuing the experience with these two again. Whatever we may or may not have done together, these two didn’t know me.
“I think you two are confused,” I said. “You think this is about what we did? Because it’s not. It's about whatyoudid.”
Calvin looked a bit confused, but Sawyer caught on quickly. “You were worth every penny, Molly,” he said slyly. “Every. Fucking. Penny.”
“I’m not a whore,” I lied. “You can think I’m a slut all you want for how I enjoyed that night, but I never would have gone through with it had I known that you paid Ethan for it.”
“So, you’re blaming us for something your shit boyfriend did?” Calvin asked, and he sounded so genuinely offended, that I barked out an unbelievable laugh.
“Christ, you guys are unbelievable.”
“Money aside, you can’t tell us you didn’t enjoy every bit of what we did to you that night, Molly,” Sawyer said, and I hated how right he was.
I shook my head. “It doesn’t matter,” I told him. “It’ll never happened again.”
“Which part?” Calvin asked.
I looked at him. “All of it.”
He smirked. “We’ll see.”
And that’s when my back straightened in warning.
“Meaning?”
Sawyer shrugged. “Nothing,” he lied. “But…I mean, wedoknow how rough you like it. Maybe this whole hard-to-get thing is just more roleplaying.”
No weakness.
Glancing back and forth between them both, I spoke as clearly as I could. “I’m going to say this, and I’m only going to say it once more,” I hissed. “I am not interested in anything more with either one of you two. This is not an act. This is not roleplaying. Nor is this playing hard-to-get.” Neither said a word, so I made myself just a tiny bit clearer. “If either of you touches me ever again, I will report you, even at the expense of airing what we’ve already done.”
“We’re not rapists,” Calvin snapped.
“Then quit insinuating that you are,” I snapped back.
Sawyer’s eyes ran down my body and back up before saying, “Come on, Hackett. She’s not worth the trouble, no matter how hot of a fuck she is.”
“No shit,” Calvin agreed. “Besides, there are plenty of other bitches who liked to be double and tripled teamed.”
