I smirk, my lips curling in. Is this the text I’m supposed to be waiting on?
I wait for a text but end up putting my phone back in my clutch when someone kicks me under the table. My eyes fly to Nate, who’s glaring at me.
I don’t look away, I don’t budge.
“I need to go to the bathroom,” I mutter, not giving a shit that Hector is mid-speech.
I stand and quickly dodge through the tables and chairs, heading straight for the little hallway that has the restroom sign illuminated. Rushing through the ladies’ room, the only girl who is in there quickly leaves, and I lean over the counter, my hand resting on my stomach. What am I doing? Could I sleep with someone else? Even though Nate has hurt me in ways that I have never been hurt. I need to pull my shit together.
I turn the tap on just as the door swings open and Nate is standing there, glaring at me.
“Get out,” I say, flicking my eyes back to the mirror.
He’s behind me in a flash, spinning me around to face him. His hand comes to my throat as he shoves me against the wall roughly. “Who the fuck do you think you’re playing with, Tillie?” he asks, his fingers flexing around my throat.
“I’m not playing with you, Nate!” I yell. “I’m fucking tired of your back and forth!”
I shove him, but he doesn’t budge. He spreads my legs with one knee as his other hand comes to my leg, his fingers gripping around my upper thigh. My eyes close as I internally talk myself down from the heat he’s thrashing into me. His mouth touches the side of my neck as his hand goes all the way around and his fingertips brush against my pussy. He dips one finger inside and I lose my footing, but he releases my neck and catches me, wrapping my legs around his waist.
He chuckles, but it’s low and dark. “You’re fucking wet for him?”
I freeze, fear slipping into my bones. “No—” I start to say, but he brings the finger that was inside of me to my mouth, shoving it between my lips. I bite his finger and his eyes slant as his other fingers wrap around my cheeks forcefully.
“Bite it again and see what happens.”
I bite it again.
He drops me to the floor and spins me around, pressing me into the bathroom counter.
He lifts my dress from the bottom and slaps my bare ass. Grabbing at my hair, he yanks my head up.
“Look at yourself in the mirror, Tillie.”
I feel as his fingers slip into me again from behind. I blush at the invasion. Not because it’s embarrassing, but because it feels so good. “Next time you think you want to get your pussy wet for someone else, I want you to remember this moment…”
I tense around his fingers, and he grins from behind his mask. He unzips himself and rubs the tip of his cock over my opening before sinking inside.
I moan, finding something to grip onto on the counter but failing and reaching for the tap. His other hand comes to the front of my throat. “Is this what you wanted? To be fucked in a bathroom like a cheap bitch looking for fresh cock?” His words sting, but I block them out. “Then I’ll fuck you in a bathroom like a cheap bitch.”
He thrashes into me relentlessly, his cock hitting my cervix with every movement. I feel my stomach curl, my orgasm so ashamedly close. My muscles tense briefly before my tension releases, my cum dripping all over his dick. He slows, emptying himself inside of me. He pulls back, and now that the tension has changed, I stand up straight, smoothing out my dress. Shit. What have I done? My throat throbs as I realize I’ve just let him have his way with me, but I don’t have to be a victim to my feelings, because I’m not a fucking victim.
I run the tip of my finger over my eyebrow and turn to face him as he zips himself up. “You’re right, Nate, I was wet for him.” He stills, but I remain strong. “And you fucking me in a bathroom like a cheap bitch isn’t going to stop the fact that I might fuck him too. Excuse me.”
I shove past him, but he yanks me back by my arm and slams me back against the wall again, with his hand pressing against my throat. I don’t give him anything.
“You go near anyone else and I’ll kill them.”
I smirk. “Fine by me. Just make sure it’s after I’ve fucked their brains out.”
Then I shove him out of the way and straighten my shoulders. Time to get back to why I’m really here, and the answer to that is—I stop once I reenter the ballroom, seeing Madison and Bishop gone from the table.
“Fuck’s sake.” I quickly make my way back to the table and grab my clutch. Stopping, I lean down to talk with Brantley.
“You smell like sex and I’m feeling left out.” Brantley smirks behind his glass.
Hector is no longer talking shit, now it’s another man dressed in a suit and looking like another rich fucker in this world.
“Where’s Bishop and Madison?” I ask, ignoring his jab.
Brantley shrugs. “Madison ran out and he chased her, I think.”
I see Nate take his spot back at the table, but I ignore him, standing and making my way back to the main lobby of the hotel. I dial Madison, but her phone goes to voicemail.
“What the fuck!” I bring my phone back down just as Madison’s name flashes over the screen. “Thank god!” I answer. “Whe—”
“—Tillie. I need you to help me.” Her tone is impassive, which is a contradiction to the words she used.
“Done. Where are you?”
“Take the elevator to the twenty-first floor. And come alone, okay?”
“Okay… are you alone?”
“…No,” she answers, and I hang up quickly when I catch Nate and
