Connection (2)

Her face was ashen. She was holding the mask in her hands, kneeling on the edge of the bed.

I didn’t like Boyd staring at her naked body, so I took the sheet off the bed and wrapped it around her. He just continued to stare at her, waiting for an answer.

“It’s okay, Chloe. It was your last show anyway, right? So what if they saw your face?”

“Shut up, you prick,” Boyd snarled at me. “You don’t know shit.”

I pushed out of bed, ready to face off with the over-reaching fucker, but Chloe grabbed my hand and held me back. Boyd squared his shoulders as I pushed the little aura I had as a wolfless Alpha out to subdue his bullshit attempt at intimidating me. He took a step back, but still looked pissed. Not nearly as pissed as I felt at his sudden appearance and tantrum. I was about to tell him to fuck off, but then Chloe spoke up.

“Can Cindy do something to delete the entire video? Can he make it where it never existed?”

“He’s going to have to now, isn’t he?” Boyd scoffed, shaking his head wi