Page 17 of The Champion
I had never hit anyone, but my anger with Victor, the loud music, and the stressful lights that shifted in color brought out the worst in me.
She laughed but still didn’t let go. “You’re a feisty one like Aubri. Did she tell you that we slept together?”
“You’re lying. She’s with Indiana and would have never been unfaithful to him.”
“Oh, but he was there too. I taught him how to lick her pussy.”
I stared at the woman, my eyes blinking fast as I tried to understand if she was lying or not.
“If you want a man to join us, I have plenty for you to pick from.”
“Freya, are you okay?” The familiar sound of my cousin Mason’s voice was followed by his hand to my shoulder.
I was sleep deprived from days of overthinking my feelings for Victor and felt such relief to have Mason step in. His frosty glare on the woman’s hold on my wrist made her release me.
“Bonjour, Indiana. I see you brought a friend. Do you want to play some more?”
I hadn’t seen Indiana behind me until the woman said his name.
“Lucille, don’t even go there. Just walk away,” Indiana ordered.
Giving me a last seductive smile, Lucille chuckled. “All right, but let me know if you change your mind, beautiful. I’ll give you a wonderful memory of your time in France. Just ask Indiana if you don’t believe me.”
As she walked off Mason and I turned to Indiana with questioning glances.
“Did you and Aubri have a threesome with that woman?” I was pointing in the direction of Lucille’s back.
Indiana scratched his neck and with a quick sideways glance to Mason, he said, “I swear that it wasn’t my idea. Aubri became… ehhh… adventurous after we came here. She wanted to explore and do things she couldn’t have done in the Northlands. I was already in love with Aubri so when Lucille suggested a threesome, I got jealous but figured that I would rather take part in it than have them find another man.”
“My sister had a threesome?” Mason’s eyes were wide open and his mouth gaped.
The filter in my brain wasn’t working and I blurted out, “Lucille said that she taught you to do oral.”
“Stop talking.” Mason put up a hand. “I don’t want to hear any more about my twin’s sex life. This place is messing with our minds. Just look at those three women over there. They’re practically doing a live porn show.”
Indiana and I both turned to see what Mason was talking about. I paled as I saw Victor and Isaac sitting on a sofa with a woman in Isaac’s lap and three others dancing seductively in front of them.
“Fucking hell, how does the man get any work done?” Mason groaned.
“I wonder about that too. It’s weird how obsessed the French are with Victor. It’s like he won the lottery at birth and got a ticket to a free buffet of women.”
“Yeah, I once asked him how many he had slept with,” Indiana said.
My head felt a little dizzy from the pain in my chest and the speed of my pulse.
“Does he even know at this point?” Mason asked.
“No. He doesn’t count his bed partners. But he told me something crazy,” Indiana said as we watched one of the women strip down to her panties and wiggle her breasts in front of Victor, who sat with a passive expression on his face.
“He said that several times the women he fucks have told him that they’d been with him years ago, and he has no recollection of them.”
“Shit. That has to be awkward.” Mason shook his head. “I can’t imagine having sex with a woman and then forgetting about her.”
“What did you expect?” My tone was hard. “They have reduced sex to meaning nothing. We Northlanders can’t remember every person we’ve talked to in our lives, and the French can’t remember every person they’ve fucked.”
“Hmm. Do you think it’s a thousand?” Mason asked Indiana.
“What?”
