Page 16 of Piggy

Grayson

“Damn! This is Meghan’s place?” Killian says, gawking out the windshield at the sprawling mansion.

“Mm-hm,” I reply, unimpressed.

Just a house. Big and empty. Built from sin.

I kill the engine and grip the wheel. I didn’t want to come back here.

Now? It’s home, at least until I fix things with Bobby.

I hop out and head for the bed of the truck to grab my bag—

I freeze when something shiny catches my eye.

A sword hilt. A guy and Charlotte... Both of them just laying there.

“What the fuck?” I say under my breath.

Atticus pops up first, holding out my duffel bag like it’s a gift. “Heavy,” he says, pointing at a red spot on his forehead.

Charlotte scrambles up, rubbing her elbow, cheeks pink. “Hi... I just wanted to see where you were moving to. And... meet Meghan. ”

“Damn, bruh,” Killian taunts in awe. “Piggy wants to eat you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”

I grit my teeth. “Clearly.”

My phone buzzes in my pocket. Fuck. Brax.

I answer, blurting out, “They hid in the bed of my truck.”

Brax grumbles, “Why?”

I glare at Charlotte, who’s now standing there like some lost little princess trying to hide how badly she wants to be near me.

“Because she’s obsessed ,” I mutter, but even as I say it, the words taste wrong. Too close to the truth.

“And Atticus...” I trail off, eyeing his headphones slung on his neck, the black cloak, and his sword strapped to his hip.

“To protect my sister,” Atticus says proudly, his chin high.

Jesus.

“Two clowns,” I mumble. Then, louder to Brax: “I’ll bring them back.”

“No,” Brax says. “I’ll come get ’em.” He hangs up before I can argue.

Just great.

Now what the fuck am I supposed to do with these two idiots for the next hour?

Charlotte must catch the irritation on my face because she pipes up all bright and hopeful.

“We’ll be good! We’ll be quiet as little mice! ”

I look around the manicured front lawn. Lush hedges, sparkling fountains, and birds chirping like it’s fucking Disneyland. They’ll be fine.

“Stay outside. Wait for Brax.”

“But I need to... use the restroom,” she blurts, bouncing a little on her toes, pretending.

I squint at her. “Hold it,” I snap. “Or piss in the grass like the lost dog you are.”

She searches the ground, looking for ideas, still .

Jesus.

Such a persistent little thing. Begging for my attention. So desperate. So...

Don’t think it, Grayson. She’s a goddamn menace.

But sweet. And innocent. And that’s exactly why she has no business seeing what’s about to happen between me and Meghan.

Actually...

I smirk.

Perfect.

“You know what? Fine. Come inside.”

I shoulder open the front door, not bothering to wait.

The place gleams like a museum. Huge white floors, massive windows, cold expensive furniture, and modern art slapped on the walls just to show off.

We step into the main hall. Lights overhead, different stages set up along the walls. Meghan’s homemade production studio.

One even looks like a creepy basement. Fitting.

I spot Meghan across the room, clicking away on her laptop perched on a standing table. She’s wearing a silk white robe and high heels, her tattooed arms peeking out from the loose sleeves.

“Hey, baby,” she purrs when she sees me. I hug her, already frowning. Her eyes are half-lidded and hazy. She’s high again.

I fucking hate that.

She glances behind me. “And who are these people?”

“You met Killian before,” I say. “That’s Brax’s brother, Atticus. And his sister—”

“Charlotte,” she finishes, smirking like she already knows too much. “Aww. Cute.” She tugs at my shirt, playful, trying to peel it off my body. “You ready, babe?”

I lift my shirt for her higher, exposing the bruises discoloring my ribs. Then, I point to the burn mark on my neck. “I got roughed up. Maybe we should wait a few days until they heal?”

“Yikes,” she says, wincing.

I catch a soft gasp.

Charlotte .

She steps closer, delicate fingers reaching out to graze the bruises on my side. “Oh my gosh, Grayson,” she whispers, horror and worry on her face.

For half a second, I want this . I want to let her touch my body. Let her study the price I paid for her. See if someone actually gives a fuck about me.

But then, flashes of Bobby’s rat smile creep back. His hands on her bare thigh, moving higher. Her terror.

I yank my shirt down, blocking her touch, and turn my back to her. She’s a liability. Not some fantasy.

And Charlotte needs to move on, or next time, she may really end up raped or killed.

“Come on, handsome,” Meghan says, slipping her fingers through mine. “You can play a UFC fighter who won a match and claims me as his prize.”

Behind me, Charlotte gasps, horrified once more. “Wait. You are gonna do... pornography? ”

I glance over my shoulder, sighing hard, but shit, it’s cute. I fight the urge to smile. “Could you say it a like you’re not a censor bot?” I jab. “It’s just camming, Piggy.”

“OnlyFans, technically,” Meghan corrects, smiling sloppily like her pills are really kicking in now.

Another woman enters the room. Tall, tan, and bare except for a heart-shaped patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair. Her stilettos click sharply on the marble floors .

Charlotte grabs Atticus and shoves him out of the room, shielding his eyes before he can see. Such a good big sister. A good woman, really.

When she turns back, though, she gawks. Mortified.

Killian doesn’t blink as he mutters, “Goddamn.” Then louder: “Can I join in?”

Meghan laughs. “What ya packing?”

Without hesitation, Killian drops his athletic shorts, causing Charlotte’s eyes to blow wide. He’s hard. But she tries, tries to look away. Fails miserably.

And it hits me.

God, it fucking hits me.

She wants his cock.

A knife twists in my gut. But why should I care? Why the fuck do I care? I don’t want to be with her, anyway.

Meghan tosses her hair. “Two guys, two girls, one scene. Works for me.”

Charlotte wedges herself between us, tiny but fierce. Her chin trembles as she tips her head back to meet my eyes.

“Don’t do this,” she whispers to me, clutching the loops of my jeans like she wants to make sure they stay on.

“Piggy. Go wait with Atticus.”

I try to sound cold. Detached.

She blinks, absolutely stunned. Like she finally gets it. She sees the fairytale she built around me was actually a nightmare.

Yet.. .

Panic floods her expression. She grabs a fistful of lingerie from a nearby stand. “I’ll wear this! I’ll do it. Sleep with me instead! ...Just me.” She grimaces as she adds, “On camera.”

Something inside me snaps. I can’t take it. Her unwavering loyalty, that shameless attitude to do anything for me.Everything I want. It’s too much.

“Charlotte!” I roar. “Stop. Move on. I’m not your goddamn boyfriend. I never was.”

Her face drains of color. She nearly buckles at the knees.

I try to step around her, but still , she clutches my arm in a death grip.

“Grayson,” she begs, voice cracking, “I just joined a gym. I was trying to be better for you And it ruined everything. Why? I was so good to you.”

My heart stutters.

She throws her whole body against mine, clinging to me like she can hold me in place. “What did I do wrong?” she says.

But I unhook her roughly.

“Get off me,” I dismiss firmly. “This pays more than my job at the docks.”

“Damn it, Grayson! Please!” She points at Meghan. “Don’t sleep with her. It’ll break my heart! I love you .”

Those words.

My heart stops .

The world blurs.

I spin her around and shove her ass toward the door, fast and cruel.

“No, Grayson! Don’t you dare!” she squeals, full pig-mode, fighting me the whole way. “You love me too much! I know you do! And I love you! See how I’m fighting for you?”

“ Shut the fuck up , Piggy!” I yell, slamming the door on her sobbing face and locking it.

The echo of her words hits harder than any punch I took.

Through the door, she bellows, “I believe in true love! Don’t prove me wrong… you freaking coward!”

I lean back against it, panting from grappling and pushing out that hurricane of a woman.

I glance over.

The others just stand there, silent and gawking.