There were over fifty photos of women posing in some way. All flirty, all sexy, all sickly. God, he really did have a slew of women. It said Hailey wasn’t his only one, else she would have gone hissing mad about it all.
Did he have a different one each day of the week?
How was that possible?
He was older than me, and even I wanted a release three times a week. Okay, it was nearly every day if I was honest. But that was only because, since meeting Wreck and his damn good-looking face and body, my fantasies were all twisted up and had me ready to explode.
Feeling sick, where even my stomach twisted in an uncomfortable way, I got out of the photos. I had a chance to look at his text messages. With Zion not home, I was all alone, but I felt that was going too far. I also didn’t want to throw up by the messages I would see with his women.
Instead, I opened his browser to the web. He’d been looking up local builders. Boring.
However, when I went to his history, I froze.
No way.
No effing way.
Oh my God.
I dropped the phone and stood. I gripped my hair, and my eyes were so wide I was sure my eyebrows were making out with my hairline.
“Holy shit,” I whispered. The moment called for a swear word. It really did.
I sat down, only to get back up and to pace. “I don’t understand… why?”
My hands shook. I flicked them out and around. My heart was kissing my chest, it beat that hard and fast, while my stomach dipped up and down like it was on its own roller-coaster ride.
I wished I didn’t have that information. I didn’t know what to do with it. What was I supposed to do with this?
It wasn’t good.
It wasn’t good at all.
If I could kick myself in the ass, I would have right then. I should have left the phone alone. I shouldn’t have touched it.
Now I had.
I had, and my emotions had burst to life.
Grabbing the chair, I collapsed back into it and picked up the phone again. My hands trembled as I slowly brought the screen closer, and then I pressed the button to show what I’d seen.
It was still there.
Plain as day and I couldn’t believe it.
Why?
I rubbed at my eyes in case I was seeing things. Opening them, it still showed the same.
Why?
Dear God, why had Wreck been looking at porn?
Porn!
It wasn’t only that, but it was gay porn.
Right there on the screen were two men doing it.
Two men making love.
It was hot, it was slow, and it was nothing I expected to see in his browsing history. I glanced at the date of it. It’d been just the other day.
Wait… maybe it was a trick. I laughed to myself half-heartedly, even when I wanted to throw up. Would they be that hard up for a laugh and give me a phone with gay porn on it to test me to see if I looked at it?
But now I had, I couldn’t unsee it.
How would I act now?
Was it real?
Did Wreck look at this video? Was it someone else on his phone? Could it be Zion, Wreck, and Death playing a trick on me?
Shaking my head, I had to think they wouldn’t stoop so low. Would they?
I groaned; it almost sounded pained. I didn’t want to second-guess their actions, but there could be a small chance.
I couldn’t ask Kylo as there wasn’t a chance I would breathe a word about this to anyone.
Heck, I wouldn’t even act like I’d peeked into his phone.
Nodding to myself, I realized that all I had to do was never see Wreck again. I would give his phone to Zion, and I wouldn’t have to face him. He didn’t need to know I was aware he’d looked at gay porn. I pinched the bridge of my nose in frustration. That was if it was Wreck looking at it in the first place.
I would keep my mouth shut, and no one would know anything.
If I did come face-to-face with Wreck, then I would act normal. That, or I would run and hide.
Actually, running and hiding sounded good.
Someone knocked on my door. I screamed and then yelled, “One second.”
“Bro, if you’re whackin’ off, I’ll talk to you in the mornin’.”
“Oh my God,” I yelled while getting out of Wreck’s history and then the internet. “Why does everyone think I’m masturbating?”
Zion laughed. I stomped to the door and opened it sharply. “Here,” I snapped. “I fixed Wreck’s phone. Give it to him tomorrow.”
“Will do.” He grinned.
“What did you want anyway?”
“Just to say I was back, saw your light on.”
“Right.” I nodded. “Okay.” I gave him a thumbs-up.
“Are you okay?”
“Great. Perfect. Peachy.”
Zion snorted. “Are you sure you weren’t whackin’ off?”
I stepped back and slammed my door in his face. He just laughed it off, and then I heard him shift down the hall to his room.
Chapter Six
Lucas
It had been a week since I worked on Wreck’s phone, and I still couldn’t get it off my mind. It plagued me in my sleep, schooling, and study. I was a mess, and it was all my own fault. I was a fool for being nosy and looking at his phone, so I had no one else to blame but me.
Sighing, I dropped the textbook on my desk. I leaned back in the chair and rubbed a hand over my face. I was tired, but I wanted to read another chapter before I stopped and watched some Netflix to wind down. I was supposed to be out with West and the rest of the group, but I canceled since I knew West would annoy me for not having asked Gregory out as yet. I wasn’t in the right frame of mind to do it. It wouldn’t be fair to Gregory. My eyes
