He turned to Nicole, eyes blazing. "You're wrong...we did not dr*g you, did not take the photos, and we are not blackmailing you."
Nicole raised a brow, clearly unconvinced. "Then who is? You expect me to believe I just imagined all of this? That someone magically spiked my drink and clicked photos without me knowing?"
"Yes," I jumped in quickly before Dave could blow up again. "That's exactly what we're saying. Someone set you up. But it wasn't us."
For a second, Nicole just stared at me, like he was trying to read my soul. My stomach twisted.
His eyes narrowed. "Then prove it."
I froze. My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth. Prove it? How was I supposed to prove something I didn't even understand myself?
I was still debating what exactly to reveal to him when Dave suddenly cut in.
