I clapped my hands together once, too loud in the quiet. "Soo," I started, forcing a smile. "Massage with Kayla."
Her eyebrow arched. "Yeah?"
"Did you… hear anything?"
Her body stiffened, head pulling back slightly. That little recoil was all the confirmation I needed. Fuck. She really did hear it. Susan wasn't lying. Ivy had heard me screwing the hell out of Kayla.
"So you heard it…"
"Jesus, Evan," she said, sinking onto one of the couches. "You didn't have to lie to me."
"I didn't lie," I said quickly. "I had to convince her to tell Mendy the video was fake."
"By fucking her?"
"I… in a way, yeah."
Her voice sharpened. "So what—you're some kind of sex god now? Women lining up to get a turn?"
"I didn't say nothing like that," I muttered. "It's just… look, I had to convince Kayla. And I did. However I had to. That's it."
"And you used me," she said flatly. "I wouldn't have gone along with it if I'd known Richard—or whatever his name was—was a cheater."
