Page 91 of Dark Tangled Truths
“What the fuck.” Mia takes my phone and glares at it. Her eyes narrow and she turns it like she’s noticing something. “We should go back and figure out the angle because I’m not sure anyone could have gotten that shot.”
When she hands back my phone, I look at the picture. It’s from a fairly high angle, and it probably would have been obvious to Mia or Hawk if someone held their phone up while passing us to take it.
“You think it’s a planted camera?” I ask. I scroll through the pictures to see if I can find another pic in that hallway. My heart races because that would explain how Jackson could be there and still have access here.
“Possibly. Or someone doesn’t care if they get caught and we just happened to be looking the wrong direction when they took the picture.” Mia blows out a breath. “This is so weird. Posting this looks like a full-time job. Who the fuck has time to do that and be at this school?”
Before I can respond, someone sits in the chair next to me.
I turn and am surprised to find Chase. He smirks like he’s caught me.
“EvanAnn.” His tone is gloating, and I don’t think I like this.
“What are you doing, Chase?” Mia snarls.
“It’s class. There aren’t assigned seats.” Chase shrugs and leans back, making himself comfortable.
For a moment I consider moving. There are open chairs in the auditorium, but fuck that. I’m not being chased out of my seat by this asshole.
“Do you enjoy being their whore, babe?” Chase says soft enough that Mia probably can’t hear, but he emphasizesbabe.
“Better than your girlfriend.” My phone is still in my hand so I set it to record whatever he has to say.
“You know my dad’s the one who first pointed you out.” Chase continues to face front. The seminar is starting, so he keeps his voice low. “The spring showcase when you and Brandt were announced as directors for fall.”
I glance his way, but his face is expressionless like none of this matters.
“My dad said you were the one to watch. The one going places because you had drive and ambition.” Chase chuckles. “I didn’t tell him you were an uptight nerd who didn’t have any friends.”
I shake my head. “So you decided to date the nerd to appease your dad?”
“It worked beautifully. You’ve got all the trappings of a pretty girl. Tits. Ass. A decent face. It wasn’t really a struggle to kiss you.” Chase leans back like he doesn’t have a care in the world. “Besides we both got something out of it. You got to say you had a boyfriend and go to parties, while I got to do whatever the fuck I wanted, knowing you’d be exactly where I left you. At home. Alone. Because that’s who you are.”
We already figured out this part, so I don’t respond. It doesn’t stop my anger from flaring though. He used me because I was easy to use.
He leans into me, his shoulder touching mine. “I did try to get into your pants at first. Thought, why not? She’s got a cunt. Then you told me you were a virgin, like I didn’t already know.” He scoffs, and I draw away from him. “I spun a future, figuring that’s what you wanted. The fucking fairy tale. You and me, riding off into the sunset.”
He chuckles like I was in on the joke. “I didn’t have to wait for you to be ready for sex though. I already had plenty of girls willing to ride my cock when my parents thought I was with you.The golden little scholarship girl from Anteros. You were the best cover.”
“You think I didn’t figure that shit out?” I laugh. Not willing to tell him the only reason I knew was because Damon, Cam, and Hawk told me. Fuck, Damon even showed me proof. I let an easy smile grace my lips. “You remember Fletcher’s party, when you came into a room to get Abby to suck you off and Cam interrupted?”
He turns and his eyes narrow on mine. Yeah, fucker, how would I know about that. Maybe he thinks Cam told me. That won’t do.
I give him a smug little smile. “I was there, in the closet with Damon. My pants unzipped, pressed tight against him with his mouth on mine, coming down from the best fucking orgasm of my life.”
Chase’s face flushes with anger, but he can’t do anything here. That’s why he approached me, because I wouldn’t make a scene during class. Fucker, it goes both ways.
“See, if I’d been attracted to you the way I’m attracted to them, I would have gladly sucked your cock. But it turns out I just liked you because you noticed me. Why not date the attractive boy who asked me out?” I shrug like it’s not a big deal and face forward. “You don’t know how good they kiss or eat pussy, but I do. That night while you were getting your blowjob from Abby, Damon took me home and I sucked all their cocks and swallowed their cum while they took turns getting me off over and over again.”
Chase practically radiates in the seat next to me. It’s a dangerous game, but fuck him for thinking I would ever be an easy target. Fuck him for choosing me to be his good girl, the trophy for his shelf.
I lean into him and whisper, “You know why they like me? Because I’m always their good girl.”
I settle back in my seat and leave the audio recording going just in case he wants to confess anything else. Like the rose or the texts. But even though it’s possible Chase is doing all this shit, I don’t think it’s him.
He’s too petty. He’d want the recognition. He’d want me to know it’s him. Narcissist asshole.
The fact he went so long without telling me he was fucking other girls is a testament to his acting ability. Because I’m sure he wanted to tell me every time. Gloat in my face when I wouldn’t go down on him that five other girls would be lining up to give him what he needed.
