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Briana
I expectedthere was nothing more confusing than having sex with a girl and having her practically run out on you immediately afterward. But did that stop me from doing it to Dorian? Of course not. Because I was dealing with a hefty dose of my own confusion at the time, and I wasn't in the right state of mind to confront it considering how foggy my climaxes had made me.
In the days after Dorian left, I told myself that things with him hadn't been that amazing. Sure, they'd been good. He was sexy and charming and made me light up like a Christmas tree, but it couldn't possibly have been as good as I remembered, right?
Except it was better.
I didn't know why that had made me vault out of the penthouse like I'd just remembered a prior obligation in another state, but it did.
I kept my head down as I walked through the hall, then to the elevator. I felt like a mess, like anyone who saw me would know what just happened. I spent the time on the ride down to the lobby smoothing down my clothes and hair, hoping that I could make it to my car without anyone noticing that I'd just had the best sex of my life.
Again.
Luckily for me, I didn't have much time to freak out over the day's events after I arrived home because Elroy was waiting at my front door.
Fuck.
He didn't look happy, but that could've been for a dozen different reasons. While his happiness wasn't my concern anymore, I knew that not provoking him was the best thing for both Mikala and me.
“Hey, Elroy,” I said. I didn't make my voice warm, but it wasn't exactly cold either.
The sour look on his face deepened. “Don't Hey, Elroy me, you little bitch. You fucking whore.”
I paused halfway to the door, startled. He hadn't spoken to me that way in a long time. “What?”
He stalked up to me, towering over me like Dorian did, except Dorian made me feel safe, and Elroy just made me feel small. Too small to fight him. Too small to defend myself.
But one night I had finally stood up for myself, and I hadn't let him beat me down since. I set my jaw and glowered up at him. All pretense of not being totally pissed to see him fell by the wayside.
“Don't talk to me like that,” I said, scowling. “I'm the mother of your child, and I deserve some respect.”
“Respect? Does Sinclair respect you?” At the horrified expression that crossed my face before I suppressed it, Elroy continued, “Oh yeah, I know all about your 'arrangement' with that greasy old man.”
“He's not a greasy old man!” I snapped. “He treats me better than you ever did, and I was your wife.”
Elroy let out a bitter snort. “Oh yeah? How good is he going to treat you when I tell him about Dorian? Do you think Sinclair will be so nice when he finds out the pussy he's paid for is being handed around like party favors?”
An icy hand clutched my heart, but I fought to keep him from seeing how much his words hit me. How did he know about either of them?
“Neither man has any claim on me,” I told him, forcing my voice to be steady. “And it's none of your fucking business, anyway.”
“Actually, it is my business.” He grinned, but there was nothing happy about that look. “Your pussy has been my business a lot longer than it's been either of theirs. And you know what, I think I'll tell them that. And then some.”
The setting sun cast dark, twisted shadows over his features. Features I'd once loved. Or I thought I'd loved. He'd killed any positive feelings I had years ago, but he still had ways to manipulate me. I needed to be tough. I needed to be strong. He fed on my weakness, and I couldn't show any of those now.
“Just spit it out. I don’t have all day.”
“I’m threatening to expose your whore ass.” He took another step toward me. “I have videos of you fucking and sucking for money, and I have no problem showing them to your sugar daddies. Take a minute and remember all the shit you did. How do you think they'll feel if they see you taking two guys while you're pregnant with my daughter?”
All the blood drained from my head, and it was suddenly hard for me to breathe. He wasn't lying. Not about this. It didn't surprise me that he'd recorded the times he pimped me out. A few of the guys who'd paid for my “services” had been politicians. The rest...well, it wouldn't have surprised me if he considered selling them as sex tapes.
Another thing that stopped me cold.
“You would do that to your daughter?” My voice was thin but not shaking. “If those get out–”
“Come on, Briana.” He gave me a condescending look. “Do you think she won't eventually figure it out?”
My nails dug into my palms, but I barely felt the pain. “What do you want?”
