My chest constricted. I remembered the night Evander claimed he’d defended a stranger at the police station. The “stranger” had been her all along.
Cold drenched me from head to toe, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over me.
Inside, the game continued, more vulgar with every round.
“Evander lost again! Kiss! Kiss! Last time was only five minutes, not enough. Double this time!”
“Kissing? Too tame. These two have already slept together. Let’s up the stakes!”
“Have Evander take Althea’s bra off—with his mouth!”
Althea flushed and flung a pillow.
“Bastards! If you want to see, just say it!”
Evander chuckled, eyes gleaming.
“My baby’s shy? Come on, let mama take a picture for your wedding keepsake.”
“Shy? You’re the one who’ll beg for mercy.”
The crowd roared. Amid their jeers, Althea lay back on the sofa. Evander leaned in, lips brushing hers.
The room quieted.
With a snap, one button popped.
Althea panicked, scrambling to cover herself. Evander threw his coat over her, but not before I noticed someone raising a phone, grinning.
Evander’s face twisted.
“You took a picture? Delete it.”
The man laughed.
“Come on, Evander, just a joke. Don’t you trust me?”
“I said delete it!”