Chad shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe not, but I’m in charge. Take it off. Sluts don’t need clothes. They’re supposed to be ready at a moment’s notice. And we already established what kind of Sl*t you are.”
She pulled off the robe and let it lie on the floor, before making her way to the table where she sat down to eat whatever he had provided.
While she ate Grace tried not to think of Chad and how they may have crossed paths. It was obvious, in her mind, that he was a regular user to the same X-rated site as she. How else would he have been able to gather so much information on her. But who was he? She hated to admit that over the course of her time on the internet, she’d cyberfu-Cked more than a hundred men and had real-life-F***ed a couple dozen.
“Your mind’s a turnin’.”
Grace looked up and stared at Chad. He was leaning back in his chair. His gaze drifting lazily over her face as he munched on raw vegetables dipped in cream and chives.
“Can I ask questions?”
Chad nodded his head and waited for her to begin.
“Have we talked online?”
“No,” he answered.
Her brows furrowed in confusion. “Then how do you know me? And how did you know all that stuff about me?”
“You research random women and blackmail them?”
Chad smirked. “No. I heard about you from a friend and the stories were quiet arousing, so I decided to check it out myself. You’re a very trusting girl.”
Grace lowered her gaze and stared at her food.
She didn’t know what to say. Chad was right. She was trusting and yet she had managed to keep her dirty little secrets quiet from the outside world. Only her friends online knew of her affairs, but not anymore. There was one enemy who was using her secrets to his advantage. She pushed her food around with the tip of her fork and then sighed, choosing instead to no longer eat the tasteless sustenance.
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