Page 19 of Toxic Obsession

We all stared at each other, waiting to see if anyone had.

“Excellent. If I get tired of fucking her, I’ll let you all know. She made it clear she’s pretty much up for anything.”

From the pictures of her with the guys, she was down with more than one person and couldn’t care less if she got passed around a few times.

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“Here?” Zeke asked, turning the headlights off as he inched down the road in front of Gabby, Everlee, and Wynter’s house.

“Yeah. Good thing your parents bought you a Tesla for graduation. This bitch is super quiet.”

“She’s pretty sweet.” Zeke grinned at me, then slowed a few addresses down from the target. “I don’t see anyone around, do you?”

I searched through the darkness but didn’t see anyone. It was three in the morning, so of course the homes were dark, and people were asleep. Thank fuck she had a mailbox with a slot in the front, so I wouldn’t be breaking the law by opening it and popping in the invite. These days everyone had a door camera that would record any activity around the neighborhood. At least I’d thought ahead.

Tugging my skull mask over my head, I noticed Zeke did the same, just in case. The masks for the Black Widow Society came in handy for more than hiding our identities while fucking some chicks.

I quietly opened the car door, then crouched and ran to Wynter’s mailbox. After I dropped it in, I hurried to the Tesla, remaining as hidden as possible.

Once I was safe and secure in the passenger’s seat again, Zeke pulled a U-turn and drove away.

Zeke slowed to a stop and tugged off his mask, tossing it in the back floorboard. “Hopefully we didn’t set off anyone’s security camera.” He smoothed his short blonde hair, then grinned.

I removed my mask as well but kept it in my lap. “Thanks for the ride.”

“Ain’t a thing. I was disappointed your dad came home, but there’s another party next weekend. You think you’ll ask Wynter or just meet her at the society?”

“Probably both.” I fisted my hand, hoping like hell Wynter would find the invite and fill out the online form. My dick grew hard thinking about her pretty little lips wrapped around my shaft. I would have fucked her if Adam hadn’t shown up. That son of a bitch always ruined everything, but not anymore. As soon as I graduated and was drafted, I was cutting him out of my life. The only reason I had anything to do with him now was because of Brody.

My phone pinged with a text, and I fished it out of the back pocket of my jeans. Adam’s name popped up, and I debated opening it at all. Finally, I tapped the message. A picture of Wynter getting royally fucked by some dude I hadn’t seen before.

Use this to jerk off to and stay focused on dealing with her.

What a fucking asshole. I pushed the side button, making my screen go black before Zeke could see the image.

Why was Wynter having her picture taken when she was fucking guys? Did she like it? Was she getting paid?

Zeke parked in front of my house, and I grabbed my mask in my other hand. “Thanks, man. I’ll catch ya tomorrow.”

“Have a good one.”

I climbed out and hurried up the walk to my front door. The guys had all cleared out before I went to Wynter’s place, so I didn’t have to talk to anyone as I made a beeline across the mansion and to my room.

This time, I locked myself in before opening the dresser drawer and locating the key to my desk. Unlocking it, I snatched up the file Adam had given me on Wynter. I sat down in the chair and opened it. After shuffling through a few pieces of paper, I finally spotted her personal details with her address, sibling’s name, and last employer.

Dimitri Gusev, photographer.

My forehead creased and I collected my MacBook from my desk and walked to my bed. Seconds later, I leaned against my headboard before I typed his information into Google. I clicked on his website and images of threesomes and foursomes popped up on the screen, but the faces were all blurred out. I scrolled through the photos, then located my phone and opened the picture Adam had sent me.

There.Wynter had a light birthmark on her back, directly above her right ass cheek.

Over the next ten minutes, I looked at every image on Dimitri’s site. Wynter was in a lot of them, but the only way I could tell it was her was from the birthmark. So where the hell was Adam getting these images from? I dug into the website a little farther, then realized it was a paid website. But why would Adam want these? Blackmail? Horny fuckers all over the world would pay to see these pictures, and I assumed Wynter knew that when she posed for Dimitri.

While mentally running through a hundred different possibilities, I had another idea. After looking through the fifteen images again, I finally found what I was searching for—a tiny copyright and date in the lower left-hand corner. My eyes narrowed as I did the math.

Son of a fucking bitch.

“Checkmate, Adam.”

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