I decide to go for it, twisting the doorknob as slowly as possible. But after a slight turn of my wrist, I’m met with resistance. I check again and get the same result. The door is locked.

“Good girl,” I mutter, spinning on my heel and heading back to my room where I belong.

I didn’t tell her to lock her door to keep him out. I told her to lock her door to keep me away.

21. Maddie

Chapter 21

Maddie

I wake up without an alarm as the sun peeks through the French doors of the balcony. I’m stiff and cranky but rested enough. Dempsey wants to take me home early, and I plan to be nothing but compliant after everything he went through last night.

Speaking of last night…

I smile at the memory of the fun we had on the balcony. That’s exactly what it was: good trouble and big fun. It could be like that all summer if Dempsey would pull the stick out of his ass and play along. He’ll be hard-pressed to look me in the eye and pretend he wasn’t as into that blow job as I was. I’ve never had a man moaning for me quite like that.

I practically ran back to my room when I left him, locking the door and leaping into this bed so I could finish. I PRed in getting myself off last night, then couldn’t resist rubbing out one more to the memory of him spitting on my tits and playing me like an instrument.

My body tingles in remembrance, but I shove down those thoughts and force myself to focus on why I’m up so early to begin with. I grab my phone off the nightstand to check the time, then stare, slack-jawed, when I see every social media icon on my home screen maxed out with 99+ notifications.

Fuckity fuck.

All I have to do is open up Instagram to confirm what I already know. I’ve been tagged in dozens of videos from the party.

I click the first one that pops up; it already has more than three thousand views. I jolt when I hear my own voice through the device. I keep scrolling and clicking. Each video was shot at a different angle or with a filter applied to cut through the graininess. Some start long before I arrived on the scene. I can barely watch as they beat on Fielding, a mob against one. But Andrew wasn’t wrong: Fielding rallied them all together, then wound them up until they started wailing on him. He really did ask for it.

A lot of the videos have added reactions or stupid emojis over my face. A few of them have a filter applied to Adley, or music added in the background. These Hampton fuckers really put some effort into their content, that’s for damn sure.