“Who is he?”
“You’re delusional.”
“What’s his name?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He took another step. “Is it the first time?”
“No, it’s the last time. The last time I’ll ever have to put up with your shit.” Holly jammed her trainers into the loaded suitcase, then almost ripped the zip as she yanked it shut.
“You’re not leaving this room until you admit it.”
“We’ll see about that.”
“What’s his name?”
“You’re crazy.”
“Who is he?”
“Someone your diseased brain has dreamed up.” She flinched when he raised his arm to massage his neck. A false alarm, but the veins in his neck were starting to bulge. “Just go away, Trey. Leave me alone.”
“When you admit what you did and tell me his name, then you can go.”
Holly couldn’t, both for her own sake and for Dare’s. She had to think of a way out of this without telling him anything. “First let me get my things out of here, then I’ll explain what happened. When the cab’s outside, and I’m outside, I’ll tell you.”
“Nice try. But you’re telling me now, Holly. I mean it. I want to know who the fuck was whom you went home with last night and I want to know now. ”
She couldn’t hide the fact that she was shaking. Ring Whore’s perfume was strong and expensive; it was all over him. He gripped her by the arms from behind. His breath touched her ear.
“Holly, just tell me. Then you can go.”
“No. Not until I’m outside.”
“ Fucking tell me! ”
It made her jump. Her ears rang. Trey squeezed her upper arms.
“That hurts,” she said.
“His name.”
“Okay! Let go and I’ll tell you.”
He spun her around to face him, then he let go. His eyes were bugging out as he asked, as calmly as he could, “Who is he?”
“This guy I met.”
He slapped her hard across the cheek. It stung like a whip. Then the pain throbbed and smarted through her skull.
“What’s his name?”
“I-I didn’t get it. He gave a fake name.”
Another slap, even more venomous. “I can do this all day,” he said.
As the pain flared so did her fury. Holly saw red and spat in his face. “Fuck you, Section Eight!”
This time he backhanded her across her other cheek. She immediately tasted blood in her mouth. The idea terrified her, almost made her cry.
“Who did you screw last night?”
She mumbled, “Dare Bowden.”
“Who? I didn’t get…say it again.” Trey leaned in close. Another rush of anger got the better of her, maybe fueled by how brave and defiant Dare had encouraged her to be. Even thinking of him made her stand tall.
“Dare Bowden!”
He pulled back slowly, as if he was on a wind-up spring. There was more than hate in his face now; he looked hurt, desperately hurt, as if she’d wounded him some place he’d never thought he could be wounded.
“There. I’ve said it. So we’re even. You told me about Renata; I’ve told you about Dare.” She shuffled away from him, watching him carefully, her face throbbing like hell. “Now let me go.”
He stood there, in shock, staring at the bed. Holly didn’t bother filling the already half-full second suitcase. She’d just have to make do with what she’d already packed. All she wanted now was to get outside and walk away, put as much distance as she could between her and Trey.
“I would never have done that,” he said quietly, as though he was convincing himself of something.
She stayed silent.
“I’d never have fucked one of your enemies like that.”
“I don’t have enemies. Except you.”
“Dare Bowden?”
“Renata?”
He sucked in a long, livid breath. “You let my worst enemy get inside you?”
Holly grabbed both cases and made for the door. Crap! She’d left her purse on the bedside table. All her cards
“You’re delusional.”
“What’s his name?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He took another step. “Is it the first time?”
“No, it’s the last time. The last time I’ll ever have to put up with your shit.” Holly jammed her trainers into the loaded suitcase, then almost ripped the zip as she yanked it shut.
“You’re not leaving this room until you admit it.”
“We’ll see about that.”
“What’s his name?”
“You’re crazy.”
“Who is he?”
“Someone your diseased brain has dreamed up.” She flinched when he raised his arm to massage his neck. A false alarm, but the veins in his neck were starting to bulge. “Just go away, Trey. Leave me alone.”
“When you admit what you did and tell me his name, then you can go.”
Holly couldn’t, both for her own sake and for Dare’s. She had to think of a way out of this without telling him anything. “First let me get my things out of here, then I’ll explain what happened. When the cab’s outside, and I’m outside, I’ll tell you.”
“Nice try. But you’re telling me now, Holly. I mean it. I want to know who the fuck was whom you went home with last night and I want to know now. ”
She couldn’t hide the fact that she was shaking. Ring Whore’s perfume was strong and expensive; it was all over him. He gripped her by the arms from behind. His breath touched her ear.
“Holly, just tell me. Then you can go.”
“No. Not until I’m outside.”
“ Fucking tell me! ”
It made her jump. Her ears rang. Trey squeezed her upper arms.
“That hurts,” she said.
“His name.”
“Okay! Let go and I’ll tell you.”
He spun her around to face him, then he let go. His eyes were bugging out as he asked, as calmly as he could, “Who is he?”
“This guy I met.”
He slapped her hard across the cheek. It stung like a whip. Then the pain throbbed and smarted through her skull.
“What’s his name?”
“I-I didn’t get it. He gave a fake name.”
Another slap, even more venomous. “I can do this all day,” he said.
As the pain flared so did her fury. Holly saw red and spat in his face. “Fuck you, Section Eight!”
This time he backhanded her across her other cheek. She immediately tasted blood in her mouth. The idea terrified her, almost made her cry.
“Who did you screw last night?”
She mumbled, “Dare Bowden.”
“Who? I didn’t get…say it again.” Trey leaned in close. Another rush of anger got the better of her, maybe fueled by how brave and defiant Dare had encouraged her to be. Even thinking of him made her stand tall.
“Dare Bowden!”
He pulled back slowly, as if he was on a wind-up spring. There was more than hate in his face now; he looked hurt, desperately hurt, as if she’d wounded him some place he’d never thought he could be wounded.
“There. I’ve said it. So we’re even. You told me about Renata; I’ve told you about Dare.” She shuffled away from him, watching him carefully, her face throbbing like hell. “Now let me go.”
He stood there, in shock, staring at the bed. Holly didn’t bother filling the already half-full second suitcase. She’d just have to make do with what she’d already packed. All she wanted now was to get outside and walk away, put as much distance as she could between her and Trey.
“I would never have done that,” he said quietly, as though he was convincing himself of something.
She stayed silent.
“I’d never have fucked one of your enemies like that.”
“I don’t have enemies. Except you.”
“Dare Bowden?”
“Renata?”
He sucked in a long, livid breath. “You let my worst enemy get inside you?”
Holly grabbed both cases and made for the door. Crap! She’d left her purse on the bedside table. All her cards
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