Page 64 of Play With Me
“Yeah, we’ll invite him over.”
A loud shout erupts between them, and Maya tosses me my phone. I catch it and flip her off before making my way to the hallway bathroom.
I put the phone to my ear and wait.
“Just wanted to call you before I arrived,” he says and then pauses for a moment. “I’m glad you’re with your family this weekend. They seem fun.”
“They are. Most days.”
He lets out a small laugh. “Yeah, well, better than what I’m gonna be walking into literally any minute now.”
“You gonna be okay?” I ask, and he exhales loudly.
“We’ll see.”
That makes me nervous. His mom and stepdad could literally be murderers, and he’s walking into that situation. Fuck. I wish he’d tell me more.
“Don’t worry. I know how to fight back. You’ve had firsthand experience with it.”
“I have, but still?—”
“Don’t worry about me, Witkoff. Just miss me.” His voice shutters, and I hear him almost grow cold. “I have to go. Anything you see online, don’t believe it.”
And then he hangs up, and I’m left staring at my silent phone.
What the fuck does that mean?
Chapter Nine
I’ve never looked for Colton online before tonight. But now, in the sanctum of my room, I scroll. And I can’t believe what I see.
Colton, surrounded by beautiful women in low-cut dresses that probably cost more than my college education.
Colton, head thrown back in laughter, champagne pouring down his cheeks.
A blurred, naked picture of Colton in bed with a woman. Something hot and uncomfortable roils in my stomach.
Scandal, a headline reads.Detrimental to his stepfather, who runs Cavanaugh Freight.
What the fuck?
I had no idea he had such a following, that people cared about his comings and goings this much.
But apparently, he’s semi-famous. Suddenly, those naked pictures of me on his phone make me incredibly nervous. What if someone hacks it and they come out?
What if people see what I’ve been reduced to?
He said it would be fine.
But what if it’s not? I’ve always said I’m straight, or at least presented as such, until him. Until Colton. Now, there arepictures on his phone of me, ass up, wearing his jersey. Clearly a bottom. Clearly begging for it. Eager.
A little slut.
Fuck, what if people see those? I’ll never live it down.
I can’t help but message him, asking for reassurance, but it goes unanswered.
I mean, he is busy with family, but a response would be nice.
