Page 88 of A Lethal Game of Trust
SAMMY YUN X: Show me.
After those first few photos I sent him, Sam and I regularly exchanged naughty snaps. Regularly, until Jared.
I settled on the bed and pulled off my jumper and bra. I folded an arm over my nipples, lifting up so my cleavage was clear before snapping a picture of my mouth slightly parted.
Even now, I always cropped out above my mouth.
Looking down at the picture, I didn’t want to send it to Sam. I wanted to send it to Dom. I wanted to send him something far more revealing.
I’d be able to trust him with a photo of my face.
But not the man I’d been screwing for ten years.
Dom would punish me for being so silly as to send a nude with my face in. I wanted to relish in it. I wanted to know what photo he would send me back.
He didn’t strike me as the type to take a picture of his dick, no matter how perfect or cocky he was.
I threw my phone back on the bed and, when it rang a second later, I picked it up with a sultry, “Did you like it?”
“Like what?” came Mia’s voice.
Shite.
“Sorry, thought you were someone else,” I said in a panic and threw my top back on. “You okay?”
“Where are you?” she asked just as a FaceTime request came through from Sam. I let it ring.
“Er, at home, why?”
“I’m around the corner in the coffee shop,” she said. Normally, we only went to Issy’s bakery for coffee, but she wouldn’t be welcome there. “Can you bring me my stuff? Dom told me he gave it to Issy but she won’t talk to me, let alone meet with me.”
Oh yes, her stuff that Issy had hauled in the other day. Including a mini fridge.
“You spoke to Dom?”
“Yes.”
Wow. Okay.
“I can’t carry it all. Why don’t you—”
“No, bring what you can. Keep the rest.”
“Keep the—”
“Leonie, I need to speak to you,” she pleaded. I couldn’t pick up if her voice was angry or near tears. Maybe angry, frustrated tears. That’s how I often felt after a conversation with Dom.
“Okay,” I said, dragging out the vowel and already throwing my trainers back on, my phone pressed up against my shoulder with my ear. “I’ll come now.”
The walk to the coffee shop was only a couple of minutes but loaded with two shopping bags worth of her things, it felt far longer.
Especially knowing I’d have to deal with her weeping pityparty when I’d slept with her ex within twenty-four hours of them breaking up.
I could slam my head into my palm over and over.
Stupid, stupid Leonie.
Though Roc always kept his distance, I could feel his presence behind me. I should have asked him to help me carry everything.
