Page 115 of The Monster I Am
Parker’s eyebrow slowly raises. “Yes?”
“Oh,” I murmur. “That’s a new piece of information. I wasn’t aware you were a tech man.”
I know there’s a shit storm coming when the introverted Cedar psycho breaks into a dry smile.
“Who do you think accessed the Willowbrook cameras and stole the footage?”
“What?!” I bellow. “You posted the video of Hunter’s ass glued to the desk.”
Parker nods once. “And Grindr thing.”
My gaze drills into him with realization, suppressing the shiver as I remember the endless dick pics. “Yeah, well,” I pause, scrambling foranything. “You didn’t know about the social media thing.”
“If you’re referring to your fake Facebook profile lurking the Cedar Heights page, we were aware. Probably shouldn’t have picked someone without a profile. Though, to be fair, I’d do the same. The problem was we know he doesn’t have Facebook. So,the moment you requested to join, all I had to do was check your IP address.”
“I had a VPN set up.”
Parker nods slowly, a knowing look on his face. “Linked to a Calvin Klein store inThailand. Nice touch, by the way. I thought it was very clever using a homophone location. Though I’ve only recently made the connection to Calvin Klein.” Pausing, he tips his head slightly, and in a monotone voice adds, “Woof.”
I’m completely stunned by this revelation. Irritated that I wasn’t as subtle as I initially thought… but also mildly impressed. Huh—go figure.
On the plus side, at least I can laugh about it now. Bexley really did have us fooled. That’s my clever cookie.
“Right,” Soph exclaims firmly, reappearing with her phone in hand. “Bex is coming over shortly.”
“Did you call her?” I gape wildly.
“You’re welcome. But also I’m not letting you interrogate Parker while he’s here or have you spy on me like some sicko.”
Gasping, I shoot her an offended look. “I wouldn’tdare.”
Soph folds her arms. “Remember the time I had to lock the door when Bex stayed over.”
“Yeah,” I start, waving my hand dismissively. “But that was because I wanther. I don’t want to see your face. Gross.”
“Just like the trauma I suffered walking into your room when she was over?”
Huh? What does she mean by that? The only time she’s walked in when Bex was here was… oh. OH, HELL NO.
Ew. Ew. Ew.
I do NOT want to see Sophia sucking face with Parker.
The panic must be splashed across my features because she just nods, muttering, “Exactly.”
“Fine.” I growl quietly, turning toward my room. “Go do things,” I say absent-mindedly before shuddering violently andgrinding to a stop. “No, wait! Notthings. Not likethat. No—I don’t mean… fuck! Don’t do anything! Argh. I—Why are we talking about this?!”
Both of them gawk at me and my one-sided conversation incredulously. Parker looks amused at my breakdown but Soph is horrified, eyes wide with promises of murder and blood baths.
“Shut up!” She hisses, cheeks aggressively red. “Go to your room!” Pointing, I nod rapidly, blocking them from view with my hand as I dart away with a sprint worthy of Calvin speed.
I might just throw myself down the stairs after all.
A short while later, there’s a knock on my bedroom door. I lift the pillow off my face, raising my head to glare at the door suspiciously.
“What?” I ask after a brief hesitation.
The door opens, and welcomed relief floods through me as Bex’s smug expression finds me on the bed.
