Page 82 of The Revenge
“What now?” Royal asks.
Gemini grins. “Victory sex.”
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Ipunch Gemini’s arm. Hard.
“Ow,” he cries, clutching his arm as he glowers at me. “Can’t you take a joke?”
Without dignifying his stupid question with a response, I turn to Royal. “My father is handling it. If you want to spend the night waiting, go ahead. I’m getting a shower and some sleep.”
Royal runs a hand through his hair, turning his attention to Tori. “Everything happened so quickly. Are you okay? Did Preston hurt you?”
As Tori shakes her head, more locks of blue tumble free of the few pins she had holding it back. “I’m fine.”
That’s not entirely true. She keeps rubbing her thigh, and there’s a fresh mark on her temple that looks like it’s going to develop into a bruise.
“We’ll all do better after some sleep,” I say.
“Sounds like a plan.” Gemini agrees.
Before he can take a second step towards my bed, I grab his shoulders and point him to the door. “You and Royal can take the guest room at the end of the hall.”
“What about Vixen? You don’t get to keep her for yourself.”
“I’m not anybody’s to keep,” Tori tells him, firmly.
Gemini pouts, then he looks at Royal and shrugs. “A twosome can be as fun as a foursome.”
Royal slowly walks over to him, swallowing the cap until his chest is pressed against Gemini’s. Slowly, he leans towards his ear. “Gemini…” He stands up, stepping backwards and holds up the roll of duct tape he’s just pulled out of Gemini’s suit jacket pocket. “Try me, and I’ll tape you to the couch.”
“See what I have to put up with?” Gemini asks Tori. As she opens her mouth to respond, he leans in and kisses her, taking full advantage, sliding his tongue in. When he pulls back, Tori’s cheeks are pink. “My room will be at the end of the hall if you want your other lips to ride my tongue.”
He saunters out of the room before I can throw him out.
Royal looks like he wants to do the same thing as Gemini, but for some reason, he hesitates. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning,” he says instead. “Sleep well.” Then he leaves my bedroom, closing the door behind him.
Tori lets out a long sigh, then she reaches down and pulls her shoes off, tossing them gently to the side. As her feet lay flat on the carpet, she lets out a low moan. “That’s better.”
She stands there, in the middle of my room, eyes closed. I’ve had her image burned into my brain for weeks, but for some reason, it’s like I’m seeing her for the first time. She’s still wearing my tuxedo jacket, and even though she’s not much shorter than me, it drowns her. Beneath that, the black and white ballgown is still damp, covered in splotches of dirt, and full of rips and tears.
Her makeup is smeared slightly around her eyes, and her hair is a mess. At some point, she lost one of her earrings, but both the watch and tennis bracelet are still securely attached around her wrist.
Once I’ve made my mind up about someone, no one’s been able to change it.
Except her.
Tori opens her eyes and catches me staring. “What?” she asks, suspicious.
“The Greatsons aren’t staying here tonight. I’ll take the other guest room. There’s no need to keep up the pretense of being engaged anymore.” I start to walk towards the door.
“Wait.”
I turn back.
She frowns. “Do you have a first aid kit?”
