The Bad Boy Wants Me(66)

‘What are you doing?’ I gasp.

‘Spread your legs. I’m going to make you cream on my face,’ he says as he yanks my panties down my legs.

I widen my legs and he slips the tip of his tongue between my wet folds and swirls it. I grasp hold of his shoulders and bite my lip to keep from moaning. He continues to swipe his tongue in long, lingeringly luscious strokes.

‘Oh damn. You’re fucking killing me with your tongue,’ I squawk.

‘Forget my tongue. It’s my cock you have to worry about, Wildcat.’

Someone tries the door and I freeze, but he doesn’t stop until I come with a muffled cry of ecstasy, and even his cock is completely satiated.

‘Shit. I don’t think I’ve ever had so much sex with one girl,’ he says.

‘Is that a bad thing?’

‘Nope. Come on. It’s time I bought my girl a drink.’

‘My girl?’

‘Yeah. My girl. You’re mine, Tori Diamond,’ he says possessively and opens the door.





Chapter Thirty-seven


Tori

We are halfway down the stairs when I know that something is wrong. The music has stopped and I can hear Octavia’s voice coming from the main room. There is no other voice except hers. She seems to be reading something aloud.

Suddenly my blood runs cold. I stand stock still. I can’t move. My feet feel as if they are encased in concrete.

Oh, Jesus. No. No. No.

How could it be? This can’t be real. Please don’t be real.

I turn to look at Cash. There is a frown on his face. Instinctively he knows that something is wrong, but he still has not realized what she is reading. This is just a fucking nightmare. I just have to wake up, but I can’t wake up. I’m already awake.

Then my brain goes crazy and I run into the living room. I can see her at the end of it surrounded by people. The voice she is using to read is different than her usual one, and she has changed her accent to an American one. I realize that she is pretending she is me!

‘Can you believe it, Monstrosity? I got the job. I’ll have to put up with a totally selfish, vacuous, self-absorbed teenager, but it will be worth it. I finally, finally get to meet Cash Hunter. The guy I’ve been madly in love with since I was thirteen. It’s been a long time, but here I am.’

‘Stop it,’ I scream, my body shaking uncontrollably.

Octavia stops reading and smiles at me. It is the cruel, gloating smile of a winner. The smile of someone who knows she will take everything that you hold precious. At that moment I hate her. I actually feel murderous towards her.

Frantically, I look at all the faces of all the people gathered there. Some are looking at me with disgust, others pity and some are jeering. I look at Britney and she is looking at me with so much hurt.

Jesus.

I want to scream that it’s not true. That was at the beginning. I changed my mind. I love her like a sister now, but my throat has closed over.

I turn to see Cash standing just inside the doorway and he just looks so shocked. He is looking at me as if he never knew me. As if I cheated him or betrayed him.

Jesus.

It’s not like that, I want to scream.

I didn’t come here to stalk you. I came here to get over you. I was going to tell you tonight. But when I open my mouth nothing comes out. I am so embarrassed, so humiliated I feel suffocated. I gasp for air to fill my empty lungs and my chest hurts. It literally hurts to breathe. Tears begin to flood my vision and I snap.

With a cry of shame and defeat, I run out of the room, out of the hallway, through the open door, down the stone steps, and out into the street.

Cash

It’s like a hurricane that comes in from nowhere. First the shingles are ripped off the roof. As hundreds of them fly off, water starts coming into the house, then the rafters crack and, with a sickening sound, the whole fucking roof flies off.

That’s what this instant feels like.

One moment my life is great, my palm is on the warm skin of Tori’s back, her smile familiar and sexy, then the next instant, the heavens rip open and unleash this black vortex. It’s only purpose was to destroy everything in its path. In seconds it sucks up what I believed was mine. And there is not a fucking thing I can do about it.

I look at Octavia reading from a furry blue book and don’t register what is happening. My mind refuses to believe that, that poison dropping out of her mouth could ever have been hatched in Tori’s head. Lovely, kind hearted Tori, but one look at Tori’s horrified, guilty face and I know it’s true.

That is her diary.

She did write those hateful words and she is that mad stalker that every celebrity fears. I never heard the warning bells. Not once. Her disguise was perfect. She insinuated herself seamlessly into my father’s house. An imposter. She’s not real. Nothing was real. I thought I put my tongue into her cunt and felt her heartbeat. I know the truth now. I didn’t. It was all an elaborate lie.