~Evric's POV~
"You still fuck like before, Evric," Nicki drawled, lifting an eyebrow. "Even when you're drunk, your strength is unmatched."
"No," I choked out, scrambling to pull the silk sheet up to my chest. "No, no, no..."
"No what, Evric?" Nicki said, taking another casual sip of coffee. "You have to believe me. We had a really good fuck, and with the way you handled me, I could tell your dearest boyfriend has been starving you for good sex."
"SHUT UP!" I screamed, the sound raw and desperate. I was shaking violently, clutching the silk to my chest. "I don't believe you! If I did it, why don't I have any memory of doing it? You liar!"
Nicki let out a sharp, chilling laugh, the sound of pure, unapologetic malice. "Oh, darling Evric," he purred, setting his coffee cup down. "I knew you wouldn't believe me."
He started to move toward the bed, a glint of triumph in his eyes. "That's why I recorded everything."
