Free Revenge by Sierra Rose Page B

word that comes out of that pretty little cock-sucker mouth of yours?”
    “Please just let me go,” I whispered.
    His mouth hovered over mine, far too close for comfort. “That’s what I begged you to do, but you didn’t listen.”
    “So what? You’re gonna handcuff me?” I asked.
    “Ah, so the pretty girl actually does have a brain. Go figure. And to think, I had you pegged as one of those bimbo sluts I usually bang. Yes, Alexis, I’m gonna handcuff you, so I’m afraid Debbie is going to have to entertain your man at that formal.”
    “What?” I asked, confused and aghast.
    “Debbie!” he called. “Get your butt in here.” He then grabbed my arms and threw me in a chair. He yanked my hands behind my back and handcuffed me to the chair.
    “What the hell?” I asked.
    “Wow,” he said. “Those words have a familiar ring to them.”
    “Unlock me, Brad! Right now!” I shouted.
    He tapped his chin. “Those words sound vaguely familiar too.”
    Debbie walked in with a smirk on her pretty face.
    I cocked a brow. “What’s going on? Debbie?”
    “Boy, I remember asking that too,” Brad said sarcastically. “It seems the tables have turned.”
    “Shut up, Brad,” Debbie snapped.
    “Uncuff me!” I screamed.
    “Now, now. If you don’t settle down, you’re gonna have your mascara running all over the place.”
    Debbie cleared her throat. “I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but you’re about to stand Art up, the poor boy.” Her eyes grew cold. “But don’t worry. Like Brad said, I’ll entertain him.”
    I was floored by her words, rendered speechless as tears filled my eyes.
    “You don’t deserve him,” she said. “It’s as simple as that. And now that you’re going to break his heart, he’ll be like putty in my hands…and anywhere else I want to put him.”
    “Like hell! Does Art know about these new plans?”
    “I’m not sure, but this might help to convince him.” She opened her phone and showed me a video of me and her talking at the bar.
    “What the…?” I asked as I watched the video.
    “So you’re just taking him to the dance so you can dump him?” she asked.
    “Payback is a bitch,” I answered. “When he learns I’m Alexis from his high school days, he’s gonna flip!”
    “Isn’t that a little underhanded, a bit mean and devious?” she asked.
    “He dumped me at my prom without batting an eyelash.”
    “I-I…” I stuttered as she shut the video off. “Please, Debbie! Please don’t.”
    “Art is a good guy, a gorgeous guy, and he doesn’t deserve to be lied to,” she said. “I’m gonna let him know who you really are what your motives really are. You’re such a slut. You slept with him just so you could dump him.”
    “No! Things changed. I really like him, Debbie. Please don’t do this. I’ll tell him everything after the dance. I just need time to—”
    “You’re such a bitch!” she said. “You treated him like crap! Why would he ever give you a chance?”
    “He’s a good guy. I see that now, and I’m willing to leave the past behind me.”
    “When you stand him up at this dance and I show him this video and explain everything, he’s never going to want to see you again. It was always your plan to stand him up tonight. Who’s he gonna believe? You can talk all you want, but I’ve got you caught on tape.” She grabbed her purse and looked at Brad. “Do whatever you want to her, but just one word of advice. The little bitch will probably play coy and hard-to-get, but I heard she likes it rough.”
    Brad smiled. “Don’t worry. I have lots of plans for her.”
    She grinned. “I’m sure I’ll hear all about Alexis’s hot night at work tomorrow.”
    “Wait,” he said. “Won’t Alexis fire you?”
    “She’ll try, but Lois, the owner, is my godmother. No way she’ll give me a pink slip.”
    “Don’t you dare leave me handcuffed with him!” I shouted.
    She inched closer to my face. “Why? Are you afraid he might strip you