Christian (The Mitchell/Healy Family #3)(36)
Author: Jennifer Foor

I sat down at my computer to get some school-work done while everything was quiet. I headed to my email, hoping to have a response from some of my classmates about assignments I’d missed. I didn’t expect to have a message in my inbox from Seth. Any student could obtain addresses for other classmates. The directory was out there on the main website. I clenched my jaws as I opened the message, not really knowing what to expect.

First there was a written message.

Ethan,

We don’t know each other well, but we do share a common friend. Christian Mitchell and I hooked up last Friday night and then again on Saturday. To be honest she was an easy lay. She came on to me in a strip club, and then later on after she’d invited me back to her house. We’re both guys, so you can imagine how she was easy on the eyes. I didn’t hesitate when she asked me to follow her to her room.

I won’t go into details about how she was all over my dick. I think you see where this is going. I’m reaching out to you because she’s all of a sudden gone psycho. The bitch is accusing me of rape. I’ve got a ton of people who can back my story of her being all over me. I’m not looking for another witness. I’m writing to ask that you convince your friend to back off. She doesn’t know who she’s messing with. My friends are pissed this is happening, and I’m afraid they’re going to make sure this story gets buried.

Please pass this on to your friend. Make sure she knows that I want this shit to be forgotten about. I get that women change their minds, but I never attacked your friend. We slept together on three different occasions, all of which she was a willing participant. For Christ sakes, she blew me in the movie theater. Does that sound like someone who was forced to have sex?

Think about it, man. I’m not the bad guy. Your friend needs help, but not from being attacked. She needs mental assistance.

Thanks for your time,

Seth

If I didn’t need the computer for school I would have thrown it across the room at that very moment. Just before closing out the message I saw the attachment. A ten second video sat waiting to be played. Against better judgment I clicked on the link. It was dark, but light enough to see what was going on. Chris was on her knees with a cock in her mouth. I could hear the sound coming from the person recording it, and how his voice changed when she took his load. As much as I wanted to stop watching I couldn’t take my eyes off the screen. When the video ended, I played it again, somehow in denial that it was my Christian on her knees.

I had to get up and walk away.

I knew she’d been with the guy, but this was a kick to the balls. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d have a visual of her doing something like that to another man.

After heading out to my balcony I looked at the horizon, praying it would distract my mind from the permanent image I couldn’t shake. She’d been so into it, making it impossible for me to comprehend how on that same day she’d claimed to be raped by this guy.

Chris and I had talked about oral sex. I liked giving it to her, and I’d been doing it for a long time. She was never willing, but promised to save it for me. We had this pact that we’d experience all of our firsts together, that way we would never regret it. I couldn’t fathom that she’d give this guy something that should have been mine. It didn’t only disturb me, it ripped me apart. In the twenty seconds it took to watch the video, I’d felt like everything I’d ever wanted for my future had been flushed down the drain. She may as well have ripped out my heart with her bare hands.

It didn’t matter that this guy hadn’t a clue what we were to each other. People could assume what they wanted, not that I ever cared when it came to Christian. If they wanted to think we were a couple I didn’t correct them. I knew one day we would be. It had been planned out perfectly for years.

In just a few days my aspirations were suddenly beginning to change. The woman inside, that had my heart for so long, had betrayed the sanctity of our friendship. She’d destroyed me.

I knew why she hadn’t told me, but it hurt more knowing she carried that secret. Did she think about blowing that guy while she was around me? What did he have that I didn’t?

I couldn’t rationalize with myself over it. Something had to give.

When I heard the sliding door opening I didn’t turn around to greet her. I couldn’t look into those green eyes and feel anything but betrayal. I’d thought I was the one hurting her all this time, but had the girl I’d always known to be so pure changed without me noticing? She was determined to do whatever it took to come out of her shell. Had she danced with the devil on her own will, only to regret it enough to act out this terrible scenario? I hated doubting her, but there was some truth in that video. He wasn’t forcing her to perform. As the image repeated in my mind I finally turned around.

“It’s cold out here. Why are you standin’ around without a jacket?” She asked as she wrapped her arm into mine. I closed my eyes and looked in another direction. As much as I wanted a reason to be close to her, I couldn’t stand her touch.

“Are you goin’ to be alright if I have to run out for a bit?”

She pulled away, seemingly shocked at my question. “I thought you didn’t want to let me out of your sight?”

“I forgot I made plans I can’t break.”

“Yeah, I guess. I’ll keep the doors locked and try to get some rest.” She was unaffected by my question, leading me to believe that this really could be some kind of act.

I needed to get out of there; to think about what my mind was telling me. I couldn’t doubt her, not after the way I felt about her. This was the woman I loved. Was I really considering that she could be lying to me? Had she betrayed my trust so much that I couldn’t believe her?

“Okay.” Where I’d normally kiss the top of her head I turned and walked away. Maybe she’d assume something was wrong. At this point I didn’t even care. Watching those lips around another man’s dick had me messed up. I had to release my anger, my hurt, and everything else I didn’t want to be feeling.

I knew I’d hate myself for doing it, but I picked up my phone and dialed the number anyway. There was only one thing that could take my mind off of what she’d done to me. She answered on the second ring, and the sound of her voice was already helping my mood.

“Hey, I tried to call you last night.” Star wasn’t just on my jock tonight, she’d been clear that she’d drop everything if I’d give her the time of day. She saw me as her meal ticket out of this town, thinking that my intelligence would get me far in life. She saw dollar signs. Little did she know that my place was back at home. Sure, I’d like to have an engineering degree, but it wasn’t where my heart was.