Page 59 of Tormented Kings
This is not good, not good at all.
“Oh, boy,” Mom sighs as she steps into the house. I’ve been sitting on the kitchen table, waiting for my mom to get here.
Mark follows in after her and whistles. Of course. I should have known Mom was going to bring Mark, but that just means that I’m not surprised to see Grayson enter right behind him.
When I called Mom, I felt bad for waking her up. But when I told her about the broken pipe and water damage, she woke Mark up and said she would be on her way soon.
“And you said it came from a broken pipe?” Mark asks me after taking a look around.
“Yeah, I found water spewing from a broken pipe in the laundry room.” I nod as Grayson hops up onto the table next to me.
“Hey, Pretty Girl.” He grins widely at me as if he knows something I don’t know.
“Hey.” I raise a brow at him, too tired to be flustered by his handsome looks and addicting charm.
“I’ll make some phone calls, see if anyone can come out and clean this up before it causes permanent damage,” Mark says, as if it’s going to be hard to find someone. He’s Mark Taylor. His kind of money gets people out of bed at four in the morning without complaint.
“I’m going to see what’s ruined,” Mom sighs. Poor Mom looks tired. I feel bad because if I didn’t leave the house, I would have noticed the water before it got this bad.
“So, wanna tell me why you’re dressed like—” Grayson nods his head towards me with a smirk. “That. In a dress. With your hair all done.”
“You know I went out with the girls,” I tell him, chewing on my lower lip as guilt hits me hard.
“Yes, but it’s four in the morning. You normally would have changed out of it when you got home. Are you telling me you fell asleep before changing?”
It’s not hard to believe. I could have easily fallen asleep in my dress, crashing as soon as I got home from the movies. But I can’t tell him that, it would be a lie and I don’t want to lie to him.
“No,” I whisper, swinging a guilty gaze his way. “I went out again not long after I got home.”
“By yourself?” he raises a brow.
“Yes,” I groan. “I know, I shouldn’t have. It’s not safe for me. But you guys said off campus; the chapel is on campus.”
“The chapel, eh?” he smirks again. “What were you doing there?”
My brows furrow. He’s acting really weird right now.
“I went there to think. My mind was drowning, and I just needed to breathe,” I admit. His face softens.
“I get it. A lot has happened in a small amount of time. It’s going to take some getting used to, but you're not alone, Sadie.”
“I know.” I smile.
“Pretty shitty what happened here,” he says, looking around. “Probably not the best thing to come back to after getting fucked so good you passed out.”
“What?” My eyes snap to his, widening so big I fear they might fall out of my head.
He looks like he’s holding back laughter as he leans in. “Did Preston make you feel good, Pretty Girl? Did your pretty little pussy grip his cock nice and tight?”
My breathing stutters, my pulse spiking.
“H-how do you know?” I whisper, my voice shaking.
His smile grows. “I may have watched.”
“What!” I gasp. “You were there spying on us?”
“No. Not exactly,” he chuckles. “But I was watching.”