“I knew it,” Jessica muttered.
The girl on-screen started talking to the camera. “I know there are a lot of Sedric Lionheart fans out there who hate this bitch as much as I do, so please, copy this video and distribute it as much as possible. Sed, if you see this, you are an absolute god and you can do so much better than Jessica Chase. She’s such a skank.” She extended her pinkie and thumb and held it to her face. “Call me, big guy. I’ll treat you right. Enjoy the show, fans!”
“Skank?” Jessica sputtered. “Where does that little bitch get off calling me a skank?”
The video recording started. Grainy, but not terrible quality. The sounds. Oh dear God, the sounds. Sed couldn’t help but get excited watching Jessica with her top down and her skirt up while he plunged into her eager body. And you could definitely tell it was Jessica. Their undetected audience kept zooming in on Jessica’s face. And as if the title, Sedric Lionheart Screws a Harlot Over the Vegas Strip, wasn’t bad enough, the caption at the bottom read, Jessica Chase Orgasm Count, and there was a rolling ticker beside it, currently at 2. When Jessica cried out and shuddered with release, the number flipped to 3. Three? He was sure that had been her fourth. But that was beside the point.
“God, Jess, this is bad,” Sed whispered. He reached over her shoulder to pause the video. Her beautiful face stayed frozen on screen as she continued to cry out in ecstasy.
Jessica released a wounded groan though she probably couldn’t even see the video through the tears in her eyes. As scary as her rage had been, the mortified look on her face was far worse. She tilted her head back to prevent her tears from falling.
“Bad? You don’t say,” she said, her voice surprisingly steady. Jessica crossed her arms over her chest, her jaw flexing as she worked at letting go of the anguish and recovering her anger. “Fuck it,” she said. “Who cares anyway? It isn’t as if I had dreams or anything. I don’t need a future. Or a life.”
Sed zeroed in on a link to mark the video as inappropriate. He clicked it. “There. They’ll take it down,” he said. “It will be okay.”
“What do you mean it will be okay?” she bellowed. He winced. “Over half a million views in less than a day and that little bitch told people to copy it and distribute it. There’s no telling how many copies are circulating right now.”
“It’s not the end of the world, Jessica. So you had sex. Big deal. Everybody does it.” He grinned. “Maybe not hanging upside down over the Vegas strip with a rock star…”
Her jaw set in a hard line, she focused on the floor. “You are not making me feel better.”
“It was worth a try.”
He touched her chin to encourage her to look at him. She jerked her head to the side.
“We could retaliate by posting a new sex video online every day for the rest of our lives,” he suggested, hoping that making light of the subject would help her cope better. Right now, she wasn’t coping at all.
She scowled. Punched him in the ribs with a tiny fist. “How is that supposed to help?”
He chuckled. “It will guarantee I get well-laid on a very regular basis.”
“Oh yeah, I like that plan,” Trey said. “Do you take requests?”
Sed waited for her smartassed retort, but it never came. Instead, she covered her face with both hands, turned on her heel, and fled the room. Sed’s eyes widened. Distraught? Jessica didn’t do distraught. That’s one of the reasons he loved her so much. He never had to deal with a hysterical female. Pissed? Yeah. Opinionated and vocal about it? Hell yeah. But not totally flipped out. Jessica usually took everything in stride. Laughed it off. For some reason, this situation was different. He honestly didn’t get why it was such a big deal. She looked amazing on the video and he was doing his part properly. She should be proud.
Eric shoved Sed to gain his attention. “What are you waiting for? Go after her, you idiot.”
Go after her. Right…
Chapter 19
Jessica tapped the down elevator button like a jackhammer demolishing pavement. She needed a moment to collect herself. A ladies room, or… She turned and glanced around, looking for directional signs, but the elevator dinged behind her, and Sed (the callous jackass) was headed in her direction. She stepped onto the elevator and held the button to close the doors.
“Jessica!” Sed called, his trot increasing to a full out run. “Wait. We need to talk.” The doors closed before Sed could reach them. She heard his hands slap against the outside just before the car started its descent.
Talk? She had no intention of talking to Sed. Ever again. She should have known better than to get mixed up with him in the first place.
Jessica leaned against the interior wall of the car and took several deep breaths as the elevator continued down to the lobby. A presence lurked behind her, so she couldn’t allow herself to cry. Not in public. Why couldn’t the rest of the world just disappear and leave her the f**k alone?
“Jessica Chase?”
Her heart thudded. She didn’t know enough people in Vegas to be recognized by her real name. She turned and there stood some average-in-every-way guy she’d never seen before.
“How do you know my name?” She was almost afraid to ask.
The man hesitated and then leaned closer, his breath hot in her ear. “I saw your video today, sexy. Would you consider accompanying me to the real Eiffel Tower for a repeat performance? I’ll pay your way to France. Buy you nice things. Give you cash. Whatever you want.” His gray eyes took in every inch of her figure. “I just want to f**k that tight little body of yours.”
She was too stunned to respond. Too nauseous to scream. Too humiliated to move.
“What do you say?” He grabbed her by both arms, his tongue laving her ear.
She jerked away and found herself trapped in a corner.
Instinct? She didn’t know. Her knee came up and he went down.
“No,” she shouted down at him. “That’s what I say, you f**king jerk!”
The elevator door opened and she rushed into the lobby, leaving the jackass on the elevator floor cradling his crushed nuts and moaning in agony. She hadn’t taken two steps before another man grabbed her by both shoulders and crushed her against his hard chest. She fought him, ready to deliver another groin-directed knee until she recognized her captor. Sed? How had he beaten the elevator fifteen floors to the lobby?
“Come on, sweetheart. I’ll take you back to the hotel,” he said breathlessly.
The girl on-screen started talking to the camera. “I know there are a lot of Sedric Lionheart fans out there who hate this bitch as much as I do, so please, copy this video and distribute it as much as possible. Sed, if you see this, you are an absolute god and you can do so much better than Jessica Chase. She’s such a skank.” She extended her pinkie and thumb and held it to her face. “Call me, big guy. I’ll treat you right. Enjoy the show, fans!”
“Skank?” Jessica sputtered. “Where does that little bitch get off calling me a skank?”
The video recording started. Grainy, but not terrible quality. The sounds. Oh dear God, the sounds. Sed couldn’t help but get excited watching Jessica with her top down and her skirt up while he plunged into her eager body. And you could definitely tell it was Jessica. Their undetected audience kept zooming in on Jessica’s face. And as if the title, Sedric Lionheart Screws a Harlot Over the Vegas Strip, wasn’t bad enough, the caption at the bottom read, Jessica Chase Orgasm Count, and there was a rolling ticker beside it, currently at 2. When Jessica cried out and shuddered with release, the number flipped to 3. Three? He was sure that had been her fourth. But that was beside the point.
“God, Jess, this is bad,” Sed whispered. He reached over her shoulder to pause the video. Her beautiful face stayed frozen on screen as she continued to cry out in ecstasy.
Jessica released a wounded groan though she probably couldn’t even see the video through the tears in her eyes. As scary as her rage had been, the mortified look on her face was far worse. She tilted her head back to prevent her tears from falling.
“Bad? You don’t say,” she said, her voice surprisingly steady. Jessica crossed her arms over her chest, her jaw flexing as she worked at letting go of the anguish and recovering her anger. “Fuck it,” she said. “Who cares anyway? It isn’t as if I had dreams or anything. I don’t need a future. Or a life.”
Sed zeroed in on a link to mark the video as inappropriate. He clicked it. “There. They’ll take it down,” he said. “It will be okay.”
“What do you mean it will be okay?” she bellowed. He winced. “Over half a million views in less than a day and that little bitch told people to copy it and distribute it. There’s no telling how many copies are circulating right now.”
“It’s not the end of the world, Jessica. So you had sex. Big deal. Everybody does it.” He grinned. “Maybe not hanging upside down over the Vegas strip with a rock star…”
Her jaw set in a hard line, she focused on the floor. “You are not making me feel better.”
“It was worth a try.”
He touched her chin to encourage her to look at him. She jerked her head to the side.
“We could retaliate by posting a new sex video online every day for the rest of our lives,” he suggested, hoping that making light of the subject would help her cope better. Right now, she wasn’t coping at all.
She scowled. Punched him in the ribs with a tiny fist. “How is that supposed to help?”
He chuckled. “It will guarantee I get well-laid on a very regular basis.”
“Oh yeah, I like that plan,” Trey said. “Do you take requests?”
Sed waited for her smartassed retort, but it never came. Instead, she covered her face with both hands, turned on her heel, and fled the room. Sed’s eyes widened. Distraught? Jessica didn’t do distraught. That’s one of the reasons he loved her so much. He never had to deal with a hysterical female. Pissed? Yeah. Opinionated and vocal about it? Hell yeah. But not totally flipped out. Jessica usually took everything in stride. Laughed it off. For some reason, this situation was different. He honestly didn’t get why it was such a big deal. She looked amazing on the video and he was doing his part properly. She should be proud.
Eric shoved Sed to gain his attention. “What are you waiting for? Go after her, you idiot.”
Go after her. Right…
Chapter 19
Jessica tapped the down elevator button like a jackhammer demolishing pavement. She needed a moment to collect herself. A ladies room, or… She turned and glanced around, looking for directional signs, but the elevator dinged behind her, and Sed (the callous jackass) was headed in her direction. She stepped onto the elevator and held the button to close the doors.
“Jessica!” Sed called, his trot increasing to a full out run. “Wait. We need to talk.” The doors closed before Sed could reach them. She heard his hands slap against the outside just before the car started its descent.
Talk? She had no intention of talking to Sed. Ever again. She should have known better than to get mixed up with him in the first place.
Jessica leaned against the interior wall of the car and took several deep breaths as the elevator continued down to the lobby. A presence lurked behind her, so she couldn’t allow herself to cry. Not in public. Why couldn’t the rest of the world just disappear and leave her the f**k alone?
“Jessica Chase?”
Her heart thudded. She didn’t know enough people in Vegas to be recognized by her real name. She turned and there stood some average-in-every-way guy she’d never seen before.
“How do you know my name?” She was almost afraid to ask.
The man hesitated and then leaned closer, his breath hot in her ear. “I saw your video today, sexy. Would you consider accompanying me to the real Eiffel Tower for a repeat performance? I’ll pay your way to France. Buy you nice things. Give you cash. Whatever you want.” His gray eyes took in every inch of her figure. “I just want to f**k that tight little body of yours.”
She was too stunned to respond. Too nauseous to scream. Too humiliated to move.
“What do you say?” He grabbed her by both arms, his tongue laving her ear.
She jerked away and found herself trapped in a corner.
Instinct? She didn’t know. Her knee came up and he went down.
“No,” she shouted down at him. “That’s what I say, you f**king jerk!”
The elevator door opened and she rushed into the lobby, leaving the jackass on the elevator floor cradling his crushed nuts and moaning in agony. She hadn’t taken two steps before another man grabbed her by both shoulders and crushed her against his hard chest. She fought him, ready to deliver another groin-directed knee until she recognized her captor. Sed? How had he beaten the elevator fifteen floors to the lobby?
“Come on, sweetheart. I’ll take you back to the hotel,” he said breathlessly.
