“She got a cut of the winnings.”
I gritted my teeth, refusing to lose this time. “Again.”
Sinner took the money. “As easy as pie.”
I slumpedin the chair across from them, exhausted and dead on my feet. “I give up. I literally can’t take another orgasm tonight.”
“What the hell did she do to you?” Derek asked, staring at me in concern.
I sighed, tilting my head back against the seat as I stared up at the ceiling. “I’m so fucked.”
22
KRISTA
I was depleted.My vagina was broken, and if Rob walked through that door one more time, I’d throw myself out a window. Yes, my share of the winnings was great, but I was done for the night.
Claire walked into the room, grinning like a fool as she fanned the winnings in front of her face. “For you,” she said, handing it over.
I counted it, surprised when I saw more than my share here. “This isn’t what we agreed to.”
“Yes, but I don’t need the money. My fun was manipulating the men into thinking they were getting their way. I got Sinner’s half of the pot as well as my husband’s.”
This was more money than I could hope for in three months, and she just handed it over like it was nothing. And that just made me feel worse.
“I can’t take it,” I said, shoving it back at her.
“What? Yes, you can. You won it with your hard work.”
My heart sank in my chest at her words, and when her face twisted in remorse, I knew she saw right through me.
“That’s not how I meant it. It was just a fun game, and you won. You did all the hard work. Frankly, I’m not sure how you’re still upright at this point.”
I sighed, closing my eyes. “He wants to talk.”
“Is that what this is all about?”
When I opened my eyes, she was looking at me curiously.
“He asked why I thought I was a disappointment. That’s why he kept coming back here—to drag the answers out of me.”
“Why don’t you want to tell him?”
That was a good question. “Because…because then he’ll see how pathetic I really am and he won’t want me.”
“Do you want to stay married to him?”
I wasn’t sure. That was the problem. “How could I? We hardly know each other.”
“No, but you seem to get along really well,” she laughed.
“It’s just sex. Sex can be good with anyone.”
“True, but you don’t keep going back to someone for sex when you want more. And you want more.”
“How do you know?” I asked, hoping I didn’t sound too defensive.
“Because you wouldn’t be so worried about talking to him if you didn’t want more.”