30. Cole

Blaise is showering when I wake up in my bed, no clothes on, a cloth on the ground beside me where he must’ve cleaned me up after I painted myself with my own cum.

I’m not as sore this morning as I was the first time we fucked. My thighs are a little tender from the way he was grabbing them, but other than that, I just feel…empty. I’ve been waking up on my own for years, but now, I have someone to wake up to, and I need Blaise to come back to bed already.

His phone buzzes on the bedside table, and I yawn and close my eyes again, pulling the throw back over my naked body.

I hate lying around too. I’m usually waking up and getting to my feet and hurrying with my morning. What the fuck am I doing?

My own phone buzzes, and I glance over to see Jackson is calling me. I roll my eyes and hang up, but he starts calling again instantly. I ignore it a second time, and a message comes through.

Jackson: This is important. Answer, and you’ll never need to hear from me again.

Right away, he rings again, and I flatten my lips, glancing at the door, knowing Blaise is still showering in our adjoining bathroom.

I answer and stay silent.

After a second, Jackson chuckles. “Right. No ‘hello’ or ‘good morning.’ Just straight to it?”

“What do you want?” I snap, already losing my patience.

His voice irks me.

“You need to check your brother’s phone. Pin to unlock it is your date of birth. He has a video saved in a folder on its own, but don’t try to watch it when he’s there. Call this my last piece of niceness before I leave you both alone. Good luck, the guy is a fucking lunatic.”

He hangs up, and I frown, pulling the phone away from my ear.

The fuck?

Blaise is still in the bathroom as I look over at his phone.

Jackson could be fucking with me, but he was so specific with password pins, folders, videos. I bite my lip and shift toward his side and pull out the charger.

My heart hammers, eyes flipping between the phone and door as I input my date of birth, my chest caving when it opens to his main screen. I’m not really expecting much. The usual apps installed to an iPhone, unopened emails, and messages.

I gulp and open his social media, but he’s logged out of all the platforms.

I go to his pictures and hunt all the folders until I find the one that has only one file in it. My eyes lift to the door again, and my nerves catch fire when I click on the folder to see a thumbnail of a video.

It’s six minutes long.

Clenching my jaw with butterflies already gathering in my gut, I play the video. My eyes zero in on the room—it’s where I woke up with Allie at Samson’s birthday party. I was so fucked up and had no idea how I got there.

The phone is set up on a stand, or maybe against something. A mask appears in front, tilting its head and staring right into the lens.

My insides turn upside down when I realize it’s the mask I wore to the party, but I know it isn’t me. And Mia and someone else are kissing and laughing on the bed the phone is aiming at, Allie dancing off to the side.

When I pause and zoom in, my eyes fucking widen when I stare at myself with my hands on Mia’s face, my mouth on her throat.

What the fuck?

Me and Mia?

The person in my mask has his back to the bed, staring at the camera, as if he’s staring right at me, mentally laughing as I kiss Blaise’s girlfriend while my ex dances like she’s on acid.

The person’s hands fist at his sides.

But they’re interrupted by arms wrapping around their waist by my ex. She grins up at him, her eyes telling me how fucked up she was that night. But then she says, “Why so serious, Cole?”

He tucks hair behind her ear while I’m still kissing and rolling around the bed with Mia, my hands all over her fucking body. I’m certain the phone is about to drop from my grip with how much my hand is shaking, trying to keep it upright while Allie drops to her knees and starts pulling off the person’s belt.

I’m not surprised about her behavior. I’ve been sent more than enough videos of her fucking around, but this is different. She’s cheating on me in the same room as me and Mia are kissing and—what the fuck am I doing now?

I’m pushing Mia’s legs apart, spreading her wide on the bed while I…

She’s moaning, arching her back while I bury my face between her legs.

A groan sounds from the other guy, and his hand tightens on Allie’s hair while he watches me, like it excites him to watch me while he grunts and forces her to take more of his cock to make her gag.

I’m sweating as I keep my eyes on the screen. Why does Blaise have this? Who sent him it? He should’ve beat me up for fucking around with Mia.

The shower is still running while I watch the guy pull his dick from Allie’s mouth, and he’s stroking himself while watching Mia screaming as she hits an orgasm against my mouth.

Then I’m climbing up her body and pulling out my cock, and my head is fucking spinning, because I have no recollection of this. As I thrust into Mia, the other person shoves Allie from his cock, keeping his attention on the way I’m fucking Mia into the mattress.

When Allie grabs at his thighs again, he snatches her chin and pulls her lip with his thumb. “You want to suck Cole’s dick?”

I drop the phone and stare at it, wide-eyed, my heart stopping completely as Blaise’s voice echoes in my head over and over and over again.

I close my eyes and cover my face with my hands as I hear, “Call me Cole.”

Then there’s slurping and gagging and Allie moaning. “Choke me, Cole. Fuck my throat, Cole. I’m your whore, Cole.”

I cut it off, refusing to hear or see anymore. My chest is tight, and I think I might be sick. Swiping off the video, I exit the folder, and plug his phone back on charge while I hurry to dress.

I won’t fucking cry, no matter how much my eyes are burning. He doesn’t deserve my emotions. What the fuck? What the fucking fuck?

The bathroom door opens, hot steam instantly hitting me as Blaise walks out, rubbing a towel into his wet hair, another towel around his waist.

“What’s wrong?” He must notice the way I’m dying a slow and heart-breaking death.

I manage to shake my head and swallow a lump threatening to suffocate me. Shaking it again, I pull on my shirt. “I need to go to see Samson about something.”

“You want me to come?”

“No,” I say a bit too quickly. “I mean, it’s about our coursework. He’s in the same class as me.”

Blaise tilts his head. “You’re pale. Did your dad call you?”

I shake my head, nearly vomiting all over the place with how ill I feel. “I’ll catch up with you later?”

I try to pass him, and he grabs my chin, stopping me. “Do you promise you’re okay?”

His touch feels like poison on my skin as I nod once. His eyes search my face, his brows furrowing. “I think we should talk to our parents tonight.”

Fuck. Just fucking let me go. Let me leave before I pass out.

Blaise presses his lips to mine, and the weak part of me allows him to kiss me. My blunt nails dig into his collarbone as he nips my bottom lip and pulls back.

As soon as I get out of the room, before the door closes, I hear three words from the guy I thought I knew.

“I love you.”

My heart completely shatters.