I Still Hate You by Marie Skye (most popular ebook readers .TXT) 📗

him, still not sure what the hell he was talking about. “What are you talking about?”

“Your roommate. That body doesn’t stop does it?” Not only did I still not know what he was talking about, but I started to hate the way he was talking about Perrie. He started to say more but suddenly he cheered. “Yes, she removed the coat!” Then he looked at me. “How is she? I know you’ve had her; I mean look at her. Please tell me you’ve had her.” He gestured to his screen and I peered over his shoulder again to look at what he was talking about.

I froze.

Perrie was on screen, her jacket in her arms, wearing her jeans and a lace bra. What. The. Fuck?

“What is this?”

“It’s called Hidden Cast. She does her podcast, and we watch and place bets on if she’ll strip down.”

“What?”

He looked at me laughing. “Yeah, man. How did you not know about this?” He clicked on a few things. “There’s an entire directory. See, look, this girl here basically fucks herself and records it for her boyfriend.” He clicked on another screen. “This one here is the dressing room. You won’t believe how many people are fucking in a dressing room. This one here is my favorite—hidden camera in the actual toilet. You can see any pussy you want.”

I stared in disbelief. “Do they know people are watching?” It was a stupid-ass question but I had to ask anyway.

He shook his head. “Are you serious? Not at all, that’s why it’s fun. I tell you what though, if you weren’t here, my keyboard would probably be sticky right now.”

I suddenly felt sick. I remember Perrie saying something about how she hated her job, but they offered more pay the later her podcast went but it had weird stipulations. She only agreed because of the extra money. I strongly doubted this was something Perrie would agree to had she known just how perverted her boss really was.

“All I know is that I plan on fucking her. My dick has been hard since I came across this site. And hey, since you are roommates, I figured you can help me out, man.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small plastic baggie. “Slip one of these in her drink or something and I’ll take care of the rest.”

Rage took over me as I grabbed his laptop and slapped the fuck out of him with it. Blood splattered as his own tooth fell from his mouth.

“Ash, what the fuck?” He stood up and swung, missing me by almost a damn mile. Fucker couldn’t hit me even if he wanted to. He took a step back, still clutching his mouth because we both knew he was no match for me.

A little too calmly, I replied, “Get the fuck out now.”

“Fuck you, Ash, I’m calling the cops.”

I reached for my phone. “Good, please do, so I can let them know how you basically tried to convince me to help you rape a girl.”

He spat out blood. “It’s your word against mine.”

“Is it?” I pointed to the picture frame behind him, as well as across from him. “You think I would be stupid enough to not have cameras in my home?” I actually didn’t, but he didn’t need to know that. I held up my phone, the 9 and 1 already pressed. “Oh, hey, did you want me to dial or did you want to do it?”

“Fuck you, man,” he spat again. “Fuck you.” He grabbed what was left of his laptop which was nothing and left. I tried Perrie’s number again.

“Dammit, Perrie, answer!” I grabbed my keys to my bike to head to where Perrie was. I was willing to bet my own life, she had no idea she was being recorded.

33

Perrie

“That’s all we have for tonight. Thank you, guys, I’ll see you later.” I signed off and waited for Claire to give me the thumbs up that we were off the air. Quickly putting my jacket back on, I grabbed my stuff and headed out but stopped abruptly when I saw Ash pacing in front of his bike. He looked pissed, in fact more pissed than I’ve ever seen him. The moment he saw me, he stalked over to me.

Before he could say anything, I stopped him. “Did you forget I hate you? Nothing’s changed Ash, go home.”

“Did you know?”

I rolled my eyes. I was too tired for this mess right now. “Know what?”

“Did you know your podcasts were being recorded?”

He was an idiot. “Of course they’re being recorded, it’s a podcast. Sometimes we have to play a repeat.”

“No, I mean recorded, as in on camera.” He took out his phone to show me in the studio, in just the negligee. I froze. That wasn’t me. That couldn’t be me.

But it was.

“Where did you...” I couldn’t even finish that sentence as a panic attack started to bubble up inside me. I grabbed his phone and clicked on a few other screens. It wasn’t just me in the studio. There were small videos of me at my desk with a camera pointed directly at my breasts, another had a camera pointed directly at my ass.

I dropped the phone as if it had physically burned me since it might as well have. Ash’s look went from anger to worrisome. “You didn’t know did you?” he asked. At least I thought he did. I couldn’t hear him over my blood rushing in my ears and my heart beating so fast. I suddenly couldn’t breathe and scratched at the jacket I was wearing to get it off.

I remember falling as if I was going down a rabbit hole.

Down.

Down.

Down.

Then everything went black.

I jumped at the sound of sirens and slowly opened my eyes. I recognized my surroundings not as my own, but Ash’s. I was back in his room. I looked up and Ash was staring down at me. He softly smiled before he reached out and tucked a