Incharge

Chapter 19

Scarlet Collins

"Princess come on, we'll play your drinking game now!"

'Princess'? When did Kit and Emmy become a thing? I have been so out of the loop lately that my friends seem to have moved on since I've gotten close with Thomas. Realising this, I decided I wanted to play Emmy's new drinking game. Maybe break the silence that had some how fallen on our friendship.

I dragged Thomas over to the plush velvet couches at the back of the club to join the rowdy crowd that was taking part in the game. I'd heard of this club before and I think Kit or his dad owns the place meaning we weren't going to be in short supply of drinks for Emmy's game.

On the sofas sat the usual suspects; Emmy, Kit, Meghan, Cory and Nick as well as a group of three (two guys and a girl) who also wanted to join in.

"The game is called 'Spin for a Card' and is exactly as it sounds. I'll spin the bottle first and pick up a card. Whoever the bottle lands on will have to do or answer what the card says. If they don't, a forfeit is written on the card - it could be better or worse than what you were just asked to do. You do not know the forfeit when you ask for it. Once you have done the card, you spin the bottle."

Emmy plucked a bottle from off of the floor and placed it on the table in front of us as everyone formed a circle around it. She placed a deck of cards down next to the bottle and took her turn. The bottle landed on Cory.

"Cory, let the person to your left," we all turned to see Kit with his eyes wide in a mixture of anticipation and fear, "go through your hidden pictures on your phone for 30 seconds."

Not only did Cory look terrified, but so did Meghan. I do not want to not what is hidden on Cory's phone.

"I forfeit! No way in hell am I letting Kit Davies go through my phone!" Kit looked disappointed and the rest of us lightly laughed at his reaction.

Emmy raised an eyebrow at the forfeit, "The forfeit is: tell the group the weirdest place you have had sex."

Cory actually seemed to think for a while. How many weird places is he having sex? "Probably the locker room's shower."

We all gasped and shouted at him in surprise. Even Meghan shouted although she seemed more angry than surprised.

"How recently?" Enquired Kit.

Cory started to go on about how this game is a 'no questions asked' situation but eventually crumbled after the constant pressure of Kit, "This w- term. This term."

After hurriedly saying that, Cory moved on to take his turn and spun the bottle landing on me, "Scarlet," Why me? "Take a body shot off of the player to your left."

It was Thomas on my left yet I didn't know if that came at any advantage. As this was just a game and a bit of fun, I was all for doing the dare. But after looking at Thomas, I saw that a body shot was the last thing he wanted to do. "I'll forfeit as well."

Cory glanced at the forfeit, "You sure you want to?" I nodded desperately - anything to stop Thomas from death-staring me. "Okay... You asked for the forfeit before things get heated. Take a shot with the player to your right and spend ten minutes locked in a private suite. Everyone else continue playing without them."

Fear and anger wash over Thomas as we all look to the player on my right. Nicholas. Fucking. Owens. Thomas starts announcing that he'll do the body shot and to forget about the forfeit while Emmy starts getting pissed that he doesn't adhere to the games rules.

"Scar chose to forfeit and you don't get a choice in the matter! Why you so angry about it? Don't trust Scar in another room with a guy?" Emmy shouts.

"It's both of them together that I don't trust." He whispered through gritted teeth. He maybe thought he was quiet but not enough for me to not hear his harsh words. With hearing Thomas's lack of trust in me, it pushed me over the edge.

I ran over to the bar, grabbed some shot glasses and some vodka and took a shot. "Nick, care to join me?"

He too picked up a glass and took a shot while Kit fumbled in his pocket for the private suite keys. He produced them from his pocket and led us through masses of people, weaving in between the chaos. Thomas made eye contact with me, a frustrated scowl scrawled across his face. I only saw it for a second before he turned and stormed off without me. Fuck you too, Tom.

Drinks were flowing freely everywhere and every pole in sight had at least one person dancing on it as the blue and purple lights flashed over everyone's hot, drunk bodies.

"There's a doorbell type button on the wall if you really need out - some staff will let you out. Enjoy!" Kit ushered us in with his smug words and slammed the door behind Nick. The clicking of the lock silenced the noise from outside. This room is soundproof.

It was a strange sense of relief to be away from Thomas. For the past few weeks, I had spent every waking second with him. I struggled to be intimate with Thomas which was strange to me as my past relationships were nothing like that. I had a feeling that this lack of PDA was annoying Thomas but - once again - his communication skills (or lack of) weren't helping the situation.

I have been... extremely intimate with three people. An old boyfriend called Marcus who moved back to America when I was sixteen and a summer fling whose name I don't remember when I was too drunk. And, not as intimately as the others, but with Nick.

And here I was in a literal sex room with Nicholas Owen. I looked around at the room; a couple of chairs were placed beside a table with a tall metal pole a few metres away. Against the back was an oak wood king size bed with a large, carved headboard and beside the bed, a chest of drawers.

Curiosity got the better of Nick first as he opened the top drawer to find skimpy lingerie. He tossed a set onto the bed and continued to rifle through the drawers. In the next, it was full of restraints - ropes and handcuffs - and in the bottom drawer was the toys.

"I told you I would stay away and you would come to me." Nick smirked as he flopped onto the bed beside the pile of lingerie. "It's like you can't get enough of me."

"Luck of the cards." I added dismissively. "We're only here for ten minutes so we don't even have to talk to each other."

"Why don't we finish what we started on Showcase Day? We can be done in less than five." Nick smirked.

"I was regrettably desperate. I would've had sex with anyone I was that bad."

"So what about my teammate your with, done anything there?" Nick's questions were starting to get a little pushy.

"No. Don't know why you need to know but nothing has happened sexually between Thomas and I." I sat turned away from him on one of the armchairs.

Nick got up from the bed and sat beside me, "Is that because he doesn't want to do anything or because you don't? Still too busy thinking of me?"

With his ego taking up most of the air, I was getting hotter and more stifled by the second. I recalled Kit's emergency button so I decided to locate it and alert someone to get me out of here.

I spotted the little black dot and began to make my way over to it only to watch Nick rip it off of the wall. "What the fuck? I need air, I need out!"

"Put the underwear on and you can be in charge."

"E-excuse me?" My voice trembled slightly.

"The outfit on the bed - put it on and we can do whatever you want for-" Nick glanced at his watch, "Seven and a half minutes."

"Whatever I want? Anything?"

Nick threw the lingerie at me, "Stop talking and get changed."

Yes, sir.