He remains completely still, not an inch of a muscle moving for exactly four seconds. Then his eyes fall closed. When they open, they’re ablaze with rage.
‘Your ex posted private pictures of you?’ he asks, his chest heaving heavily. I nod. ‘Why the hell haven’t you called the police?’
‘I have, but it’s hard for them to trace it back to him, and to be honest with you, I think they have more important things to deal with rather than some silly slut who made a ginormous mistake.’
‘What mistake?’ he snorts. ‘To trust your boyfriend?’
Wow, I can’t believe he’s taking this so well. To not completely judge me and tell me it’s my fault for being stupid enough to trust someone.
‘I want to know where he lives,’ he demands.
‘No.’ I shake my head. ‘I’m not having you getting into trouble over me. It’s not worth it.’
‘That’s where you’re wrong, Alice.’ He takes my face in his hands. ‘You are worth it.’
I pause at his words, looking up into his emerald green eyes. Does he really mean that? Does he really value me as more than a piece of arse?
‘Well, well, well,’ Gerald says, appearing from nowhere. ‘Would you look at the sexual tension between you and dog boy.’
‘Watch it, dickhead,’ Tom warns, his hands clenching into fists.
‘Or what?’ Gerald asks, clearly having no idea what Tom can do.
In one swift moment Tom has him pinned against the wall. ‘You think this is funny?’ he snarls into Gerald’s face. ‘You should be acting like a protective brother and offering to go around this twat’s house and sort him out. Not trying to embarrass your sister over it. What kind of man are you?’
Gerald rolls his eyes.
‘What on earth is going on here?’ We all turn to see Dad and Mum looking on at us in horror. ‘Unhand my son!’
Gerald flashes us both a snide smile before turning back to them. ‘Dad, this absolute brute was threatening me in my own home. Told me to give him my wallet.’
Tom’s nostrils flare in rage.
‘No, he fucking didn’t!’ I scream, completely outraged on his behalf. For him to come out with such a blatant lie; it makes me want to murder him.
‘Alice!’ Mum berates. ‘No swearing in this house.’
‘God, that rule is ridiculous, Mother. We’re not teenagers anymore. Maybe if you stopped treating Gerald like one he’d get off his arse and get a fucking job!’
‘That is enough from you, young lady. We’ve had enough of your alternative lifestyle.’
‘Excuse me?’ I ask with a sarcastic laugh. Alternative lifestyle? Anyone would think I’m in a cult.
‘Your tattoos, your hair, these insane outfits, your refusal to eat meat. And now this horrid man. Bringing him into our home when you know he’s really trying to steal the silver.’
‘Mum... you...’ I stop myself mid-sentence knowing that no matter what I say I’m not going to change them. They’ll never see me for me, just the tattooed disappointment they always have. ‘You know what, Mum? I love you, but you’re toxic for me. I’m out of here.’
I turn and bolt towards the door.
‘You can’t just run out of here on my birthday!’ Mum shouts behind me.
‘Of course she can,’ Tom says, quickly running into step with me. ‘And your son’s a dick.’
Gerald runs up to him. ‘At least I’m not a whore who got my tits out for porn!’
Mum shrieks as if someone’s been shot. I turn away from them, headed for the door. All I can think about right now is getting out of here. Getting into the car and driving home to my safe place. Only then I hear a smack. I turn to see that Tom has smashed Gerald in the face and he’s lying stunned on the floor.
‘Get out of my house!’ Dad yells.
‘Gladly,’ Tom retorts taking my hand and pulling me out of the door.
My hero.
Alice
As soon as I’m in the car, I burst into tears. I automatically got into the passenger seat, hoping Tom would drive. He starts the engine and tears out of the drive and down the road.
‘Tell me where he lives,’ he demands, his eyes still on the road. The veins in his arms raised from what I’m guessing is agitation.
‘Huh?’
‘Your bastard ex who posted the pictures,’ he snaps, not pausing to look at me. ‘Where the fuck does he live?’
God, this is typical Tom all over. Just when I need comforting, he’s only interested in smashing someone’s skull in.
‘I’m not telling you,’ I cry. ‘Just take me home.’
‘I’ll find out, Alice,’ he warns, turning to look at me, his eyes ablaze with rage. ‘It’ll be a hell of a lot easier if you just tell me.’
‘For who?’ I scoff. ‘For you? Well, sorry if I don’t want you to end up in prison.’
He growls, running his hand through his hair. ‘God, Alice, you’re frustrating as fuck.’
‘I doubt you’d let me report your boss for her sexual harassment, so why should you be allowed to butt into my life?’
I’ve got him there. He frowns but doesn’t reply.
I turn my body away from him and look out of the window.
Forty minutes later we pull into our road. I barely wait for the car to stop before I’m unclicking my seat belt and jumping out of the car. I let myself into the flat and attempt to slam the door behind me, but it’s caught by Tom.
‘Alice,’ he snaps from behind me.
I turn to him on a sigh. ‘What?’
I’ve barely got the word out before he’s grabbing me, pulling me into his chest and crushing his lips against mine. What the hell? My body goes numb in complete and utter shock. If I ever thought Tom would kiss me, I would have bet a thousand pounds it wouldn’t have been in this moment.
I allow myself a moment to savour it before my hands find his hair and fist a clump of it between my fingers. He growls into my mouth. I gasp, allowing his tongue to sneak in.
He pushes me up against the wall, his hands roaming from my waist, down to my arse, then up again until they’re palming my breasts through my top. I moan into his mouth. Jesus, since when have I moaned at a bit of petting?
I claw at his shirt, needing his hot skin against me. He helps me unbutton it rashly. In the hurry he loses a button. I couldn’t give a fuck right now. I need him naked, like yesterday. He’s finally released from it, allowing me to run my palms down along his muscles.
Tom kisses me, then bites down on my bottom lip pulling it out so far, I end up going with it.
He chuckles. ‘Your turn.’ He takes the edge of my top and whips it off over my head so quickly I feel my hair go static. He’s unclipped my bra in record time and has one of my petite boobs in his mouth. I don’t even have time to feel self-conscious about their size. Never has a man made me feel so wanted. I suppose he is a professional.
He unzips my skirt. I push him away and attack his jeans. I fumble with the zipper, my shaking hands unable to perform a basic function. I don’t know why I’m going so fast. Wait, yes, I do. It’s because if we both stop to think this through for more than two seconds we’ll realise it’s a bad idea.
No time for thinking.
I finally tug them down just as he pushes my skirt to the ground. He walks me backwards into his bedroom, so quickly that he actually trips over his jeans that are still around his ankles. He crushes me to the floor making us both explode in laughter.
Picking me up, he throws me onto the bed. He pauses for a second to look over my body in just my French lacy knickers, the most devilish glint in his eyes. The promise of what’s to come. It’s the sexiest sight I’ve ever seen.
If the size of his penis is anything to go by, this is gonna be fucking amazing. He lays back over me, his fingers stroking me lightly. I’m embarrassed by how utterly soaked for him I am.
Without any more preamble, he wiggles out of his boxer shorts, positions himself and thrusts into me. I scream out from being f
illed to the brim. Fuck me, it feels amazing. All our pent-up energy is finally getting released in the most wonderful way I can think of.
We find an easy rhythm. Each thrust only makes me want more of him. It’s wild, and it’s frantic, but he still manages to kiss me on my neck, my earlobe, and stroke my hair.
His movements turn frenzied, thrusting inside me relentlessly, grabbing my thigh and yanking it to the side and above so he’s even deeper. So deep I cry out, as if in pain, but my god is it the most beautiful kind of pain.
A delicious throb takes hold of me deep down low, vibrating to the pit of my stomach. With each thrust the sensation gets stronger until my whole body is buzzing just for him, needy and begging him to give me the release I need.
I grab onto his arse cheeks, desperate to make it somehow even deeper. His movements become rigid until finally I explode all around him, my body no longer able to hold it in. I mumble something incoherently as my mind hums with warm pleasure. He releases into me shortly after. I barely notice. I’m too busy being sated as fuck.
He lies next to me, both of us panting.
‘So...’ I begin, out of breath, ‘that happened.’
He grins deliciously, his eyes alight with something I haven’t seen in them before. Maybe it’s lust.
‘Yep. And I fucking well enjoyed it.’
I burst out laughing. ‘Yeah, I don’t know if you noticed, but I did too.’ God, I can’t believe I came so hard.
He chuckles. ‘I think the whole building noticed, to be fair.’
I grimace, covering my face with my hands in an attempt to hide. ‘Was I loud?’
‘Err... is the Pope Catholic? Of course you were loud. You were being fucked by Tom Maddens. It was never going to be a quiet affair.’
Oh God. I’ve slept with a man whore. And without a condom. I’ve got the implant, so I’m not worried about an unplanned pregnancy, but this guy has slept with half of the population. How am I to know he doesn’t have something?
‘You’re clean right?’ I can’t help but ask.
He scoffs. ‘Of course I’m clean.’
‘But, like... you’ve been tested recently?’ I clarify. Just in case he’s thinking I’m asking if he showered this morning.
‘Yeah,’ he nods with a squint, like I’m mad for even bringing it up.
‘How long ago?’
‘Jesus, Alice.’ He sighs. ‘Only last month. Talk about a way to kill the vibe.’
Oh shit, now I feel bad.
‘Sorry, I just had to ask.’ I smile up at him.
‘No, it’s cool. Sorry, I snapped.’ He pulls me into his arms for a hug. It’s such a simple gesture, but it warms my heart.
‘It’s fine. We’re fine,’ I say shyly.
He tucks me under his chin. ‘We are.’
Now we just have to figure out where we go from here.
Tuesday 13th November
Tom
I’m ready to find and kill that cunt that shared those naked pictures of Alice. Now that I’ve seen her naked myself, I don’t want anyone else to see what’s mine. Those pictures were private, and this dickwad thinks he can share it with the world? Well, he’s got another think coming.
Her idiot of a brother should have been tracking him down too rather than just trying to belittle her. If I ever meet that tool again he’ll definitely get a smack on his jaw.
I knew as soon as it happened that I’d get no information from Alice. And we’ve been kind of busy anyway. That woman is insatiable. So, I’ve decided I’m getting the info from Jack.
As soon as he enters the gym I sprint on over to him.
‘Jack, I need to know which fucker shared those photos.’
Jack’s eyes widen, and he scratches his head. ‘And hello to you too.’
Now that I look closer I see he still has sleep in his eyes. I suppose it is six am.
‘Look, I know you’re tired, but wake up, man. I need the name and address of Alice’s ex and I need it now.’
He yawns, completely unimpressed by my urgency. ‘Speak to Nic. He says he couldn’t work it out. Nothing to do with me. I’m just here to work out.’
‘Ugh, I’m too stressed for the gym. I’m going to call Nicholas.’
I’m already dialling his number. I don’t care if its six am. I’ve waited long enough. I need to find out what’s going on.
‘Hello?’ he croaks after letting it ring eight times. The lazy bastard.
‘Hey, Nic, wake up,’ I say loudly. ‘I need to know where Alice’s fucker ex lives so I can beat the shit out of him.’
He snorts. ‘Very mature, Tom. All that will do is get you arrested.’
‘I don’t give a fuck right now. I need to find him and if you don’t help me someone else will.’
He sighs. ‘Fine, but I’m coming with you. I’ll drive down today, and we can go around there tonight.’
‘Fine,’ I relent begrudgingly. ‘But drive fast.’
Eight torturous hours later we’re driving to the address Nicholas gave me.
‘Why haven’t you and Jack been round here already? Don’t you care about Alice?’ I still can’t believe they both knew and didn’t tell me. I get that Alice was embarrassed, but I wouldn’t have ribbed her over something as serious as this.
‘Of course I do!’ he says, as if hurt by the accusation. ‘I told Jack and the girls I couldn’t trace the IP address, so they’d drop it. I just knew it would cause more trouble.’
‘Are you fucking kidding me?’ I screech, pulling into a parking space by the block of flats he apparently lives in.
‘I crashed the site instead. I checked today, and it’s not up anymore.’
‘Ugh, how many times have you seen Alice’s tits?’
He bursts out laughing. ‘Dude, is that the only thing you’re concerned about right now?’
‘No,’ I grunt. Even to my own ears I sound like a brat. ‘But I don’t like you looking at my bird’s tits.’
‘Sorry?’ he smiles, his eyebrows bunching together ‘but did you just say your bird?’
Oh shit. We haven’t discussed whether we’ll tell the others yet.
‘Well... look, let’s just get this out of the way, shall we?’ I’m getting out of the car before he has a chance to reply.
Someone’s leaving the block, so I do a weird kind of run/skip thing and thank the woman. She gives me a flirtatious smile. Of course she does, they all want this.
We take the stairs up to number twelve in silence.
‘Are you sure you want to do this?’ Nic asks me, chewing on his lip.
I snort and knock at the door, unsure what I’m even going to say. Just that I’m furious. This guy had Alice, and he chose to piss all over that and humiliate her all over the internet.
The door opens and there stands a tall slim guy with a tattoo on his neck, those weird hole things in his ears, and a big quiff. He looks like a fucked-up version of Danny Zuko from Grease. Alice’s taste is horrendous. Thank God she finally saw sense when she found me.
‘Hi?’ he says, looking between us.
‘Hi,’ I smile, pushing past him and into the flat. The whole place is grotty at best. It makes me appreciate how nice and clean Alice keeps ours. I should thank her for that really.
‘Sorry, do I know you?’ he asks, eyeing me up and down. He gulps, clearly taking in my size.
My shoulders square. ‘No, you know my friend Alice.’
His face falls, and he suddenly doesn’t look so confident. He folds his arms across his chest.
‘So, what is it you want from me?’
‘What I want is a fucking explanation as to how you think that kind of shit is okay?’ I bark out, my nostrils flaring.
He sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. ‘Look, man, you don’t know. The girl threw up on my junk and then dumped me.’
She threw up on him? Good girl. At least she got that in the last time she saw him.
‘Look, I don’t care how disgusting your dick is, mate. What you di
d was fucking vile and you need to apologise to her.’
He rolls his eyes. ‘Yeah, that’s not gonna happen.’
I look to Nicholas and give him the nod. Nic looks back blinking rapidly.
‘I was hoping you were going to be more reasonable, but you’ve left us no choice.’
I punch him in the face, knocking him off his feet and onto his back. Nicholas springs into action and holds him down.
‘Nic, pull his jogging bottoms down!’ I yell while he struggles to escape.
‘What?’ he shrieks. ‘Why the fuck do you want me to do that?’
‘Just do it, Nic!’ I shout, getting my phone out.
‘I can’t!’ he shouts back. ‘He’s wiggling too much.’
Oh, for fuck’s sake. I grab his jogging bottoms and pull them down, along with his boxer shorts, exposing his small limp dick.
‘Oh my god, Tom,’ Nicholas says, looking away. ‘What the fuck are you going to do to him?’
‘Don’t rape me!’ the dickhead ex screams. ‘I’ll do anything.’
‘I’m not going to rape you, you twat.’
I put my phone to camera and snap a picture of his pathetic penis.
‘What the hell are you doing?’ he shouts, bucking Nicholas off and going to grab the phone.
‘Uh, uh, uh,’ I pout unable to hide my grin. ‘It’s only fair that everyone gets to see your dick too.’
‘Come on, bro,’ he tries to reason with me, his eyes desperate. ‘You know what chicks are like. She fucked me over.’
I grit my teeth. ‘I don’t care if she fucked your father, you don’t do this to a girl. And as for emailing it round to all of her clients, well that’s even more fucked up.’
He wrinkles his forehead. ‘What are you talking about? I never sent any emails.’
I snort a laugh. ‘Quit the bullshit. We know exactly what you’ve done.’
‘Listen, I never sent any emails, I swear! I just uploaded it to that site when I was pissed off.’
I look at his features, trying to work out if he’s lying, which he’d be a dick to do at this point. Could he really be telling the truth? I glance to Nicholas. He nods, as if to confirm that he believes him.
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