Southern Comfort - Natasha Madison Page 0,4
before the sound of gunfire fills the room. Suddenly, all I feel is pain in my head, and I fade to black. I want to open my eyes and make sure Casey is okay, but the heaviness in them keeps them closed. My whole body feels so heavy I can’t even lift my arm.
Casey sounds like he’s right beside me as I float away. “Olivia!” He yells my name, and then I hear more noise, almost like a stampede of people coming up the stairs while I fade off. I think back to how this all started.
Watching the red elevator numbers go up one floor at a time, I felt my heart pounding in my chest. The brown box in my hand got heavier and heavier as the numbers got higher and higher. You can do this, I told myself, cheering myself on. It’s going to be fine. You need to just dump the box and go.
The elevator pinged, and it took me back to two weeks ago when I walked down this exact brown plush rug toward Dominic’s penthouse.
I tightened the strap on the trench coat that I was wearing over garters and a bra. My brand new Louboutins sank into the rug and pinched my feet as I licked my lips. Dominic had been gone all week, and he had just gotten back into town. He said he had a business meeting all night long with Chinese investors, but there I was, going to sneak into his penthouse and surprise him when he got back.
My key slid into the lock, and I pushed open the door, expecting the penthouse to be pitch black and quiet. Except it wasn’t. The lights were on, and the whole open-floor concept was bright. From the doorway, I saw the empty living room, and the five open bottles of champagne on the kitchen island with five glasses. I walked to the counter, then heard the soft music coming from the bedroom. I knew I shouldn’t go down there. I knew in my head it wasn’t a good idea. Fuck, my brain was even telling me to turn around and walk out, pretending I didn’t see anything, but my feet, those bitches had a mind of their own. I was halfway down the hall when I heard moaning, and my stomach flipped, nausea suddenly running through me. “So good.” I heard a soft moan, and I knew that I was going to be heartbroken. Standing in the doorway of the master suite, I finally saw with my own eyes what my fiancé was up to. And if my feet didn’t feel like they were glued to the floor, I would have stumbled back at the sight. Dominic had four women on the bed that we shared, the bed I slept in half the time.
He leaned over, snorting cocaine off a woman’s stomach, then moved over to a second woman to do another line. The other two ladies were straddling the women’s faces. He crawled over to one, grabbing her hair and pulling it back, then devoured her mouth, making her grind her hips even more. His cock was hard as a rock, and I had to wonder if he had taken anything since sex between us was usually a pitiful twenty minutes at best. “Who’s going to ride the cock first?”
“Me,” the girl with the only mouth free said. “Last time, I was last, so this time, I go first.”
“Last time?” I whispered, but my voice was a bit too loud because the girl who just spoke looked at me. She didn’t move or try to cover herself, though. Dominic, on the other hand, whipped his head to the door, his eyes going wide as he saw me standing there.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, all flustered as he got off the bed. “You weren’t supposed to be here.”
“I’m sorry,” I said to him. “I didn’t mean to interrupt your orgy!” I yelled at him. He walked toward me, but I held up my hand. “Please don’t come any closer to me.”
“I can explain,” he said, and I laughed. Looking over at the bed, I saw that all the women were sitting in the middle of the bed just watching.
“I think it’s pretty self-explanatory as to what is going on here. I don’t need you to explain it as well.” I pointed at the women and saw the drugs on the side table next to our engagement picture. The one he had taken