Sabotage: A Dark Enemies to Lovers Romance

Ahh, Raylee, your boyfriend just told on you. I bite my lip to keep from smiling. “She’s up in her room,” I say, pointing toward the open front doors, letting him go before anything else can be said.

“Fuck, Colt.” A guy by the name of David runs up the stairs, his cell in one hand and a beer in the other. “You sure know how to piss off Raylee.” He shakes his head and adds, “You guys are brave to let her live here.” He laughs while entering the house.

Nate looks at me. “Ray did this?”

“Makes you wonder what Colt did to get her to go this far,” Finn adds, and I narrow my eyes at him, silently telling him to shut the fuck up.

“What happened?” Nate asks me.

I shrug. “Hell if I know?” If he doesn’t already know, I’m not going to ruin the surprise now. Not without her here too. That would be selfish of me.

Without saying another word, Nate walks past us into the house, no doubt to go find out what the hell I’ve done for her to set my car on fire.

“What do you think that’s about?” Finn asks.

“He hasn’t seen the video,” I answer, smiling. Little Miss Priss doesn’t want him to know that she’s been my dirty little slut.

“I don’t know about that,” he argues. “It’s been all over the internet. I’ve had over fifty people send it to me because they didn’t know I was there.”

I shrug. “It’s the only explanation that makes sense right now.”

“Want me to make everyone leave?” Jenks asks, throwing his cigarette down and stepping on it.

“Let them stay.” I wave him off.

“Sure?”

“Yeah, we were throwing them a party after all.” I end the conversation, entering the house and making my way back up to my room. I walk in to see that Amy had managed to make her way to my bed, but she’s naked and passed out. The thought crosses my mind to storm into Little Miss Priss’s room, force her to her knees, and fuck that pretty face of hers, but I don’t. Nate’s in there, probably getting exactly what I want from her.

I’ll let him have it for now. But it’ll be his last time.

CHAPTER TWO

RAYLEE

PACING IN MY room, I’ve turned my cell off, unable to hear the notifications anymore when the sound of my door opening has me spinning around. I’m half expecting Colt to rush in and throw me down the stairs or drag me outside by my hair while his friends record me as I watch his car burn. But to my surprise, it’s not him.

“Hey?” Nate frowns. Entering my room, he slams the door behind him.

I place my hands on my hips. “What are you doing here?” I just dropped him off at his place after our date was over.

“What’s going on out there?” He points at the now closed door. “Colton’s car is burning to the ground.”

I wave him off. “Colt does stupid shit.” Which isn’t a lie. The video of me floating around on the internet proves that.

“Are you okay?” He walks over to me.

“Of course.” I toss my phone onto my desk now that it won’t be going off anymore. “Why wouldn’t I be?” I test the waters.

“Because you’re the one who set it on fire,” he states, his light brown eyes narrowing at the accusation.

“Colt told you that?” What a little tattletale.

“He didn’t have to.” He takes a step toward me. “What did he do to you?”

“Nothing.” I shrug.

“You’re lying.” His jaw sharpens. “What the fuck did he do, Ray? I’ll go beat his fucking ass if he hurt you…”

“Calm down.” I walk over to him and place my hands on his chest, but he pulls away from me.

“Calm down?” he repeats. “You set his car on fire. Do you not understand how crazy that was? Your mother is going to kill you.”

I smile. “No, she won’t.” Colt won’t tell her that it was me because then he’d have to explain why I did it in the first place. He’ll make sure that no video is posted of what I did tonight. He has to keep up his good boy status with her because it’s a part of his sick game with me. “You’re worrying too much.” I untuck his button-up; my adrenaline is pumping. My body is on fire, my pussy pulsating. I’m horny as fuck right now.

“Ray,” he growls my name, swatting my hands away.

“What are you doing here?” I ask again.

He pulls away from me and pats down the pockets of his slacks, sighing. “After you dropped me off at home, I tried to call you but realized I don’t have my cell. Did I leave it in your car?”

“No. You had it in your hand when you got out.” Lie. I took it.