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Except I’d invited him into my home.
I’d taken my pleasure willingly.
I was as bad as Tommy.
A wave of nausea hit me, and I slapped my hand over my mouth.
‘There was CCTV this time, Tommy,’ Chris said.
Tommy fisted his hair and looked as sick as I felt.
‘Shit. What am I going to do?’
‘You’re going to give me a huge fucking pay rise for dealing with it. I have guys who can sort it all out. Make it disappear. But I will skin you alive myself if you do it again. Understood?’
Tommy nodded. ‘I’m sorry.’
‘Just get your ass home and clean yourself up. You’ve got a nice girl here. You need to cut this shit out before it costs us everything.’
The clothes Tommy wore weren’t the ones he’d come in the night before, and Chris held a plastic bag at his side, his fingers barely gripping it with disgust. With the way Tommy had reeked of whisky, it’s no wonder he needed cleaned up. The blood... had he hit the girl like he’d hit me? Was that why he’d come home with a hard dick?
I shuddered and took a breath, ready to make my presence known. Before I could, Chris opened the door and practically strong armed Tommy out of it, slamming it behind him.
Sunday lunch on my own again, then.
Maeve pulled me into a hug the minute I walked out of the elevator. As her arms squeezed me tight, I fought the urge to cry. God, I needed the hug.
‘You alright?’ Maeve said, peering behind me into the lift. ‘No Tommy?’
‘No, he had a work thing.’
‘Ah well, all the more for us!’
‘What are we having?’ Cameron had taken on one of Father’s chefs after his demise, and the food was always fantastic.
‘Cameron’s cooking.’
I stopped gawped at her. ‘No, he isn’t.’
‘Yes, he is.’
‘Cameron’s never cooked a meal in his life.’
‘The kids have been teaching him,’ Maeve said with a sweet smile. ‘It’s really cute.’
The kids Maeve had saved weren’t really kids anymore. They seemed to stretch by inches every time I saw them.
‘So who’s coming?’ I asked as we walked through to the main living space in their enormous apartment.
‘Esther doesn’t fly in until Tuesday, with Dad’s funeral being Wednesday, Logan is busy being his crime lord self.’ Maeve rolled her eyes and laughed. ‘Ewen’s stressing over everything for the funeral, so he’s off briefing someone. Mac was as non-committal as ever, and Mum is away to London for the weekend with some old friends. So me, you, Grace, Elias and Cameron.’
‘Perfect,’ I said, relieved that the entire circus wouldn’t be coming. Not that I didn’t enjoy Cameron’s in-laws, but en masse, they could be a lot.
I’d spent the morning obsessing over the news stories app on my phone and the insta hashtags for Tommy and his band. Dreading pictures or videos of him and the girl he’d been with popping up. Then overwhelming waves of guilt and stupidity hit me for what I’d let the masked man do to me. I was as bad as Tommy. The one thing Tommy could count on me for was my fidelity, and even that I’d ruined. I’d wanted each of the orgasms from the masked man enough to not care about my passed out boyfriend on the bed beside us. I’d ridden his face in sheer desperation and licked his gloved fingers as I had. I’d keened and whimpered and sighed as he wrapped his hand about my throat.
Worst of all. I hoped he’d be back.
And that terrified me.
