“Where’d you go?” Izzie asked in a tired, rough voice.
Tye, who still held the c*m in his mouth, realized that he would have to swallow it if he was going to pretend that none of it had ever happened. Ian’s juices slid down his throat partially coating his tonsils.
“To get something to drink,” Tye replied.
‘I hope he had to swallow it,’ Izzie thought.
Izzie closed her eyes seething that he would do this to her with her twin. If he did have to swallow the c*m, she felt that it would be a good start to her revenge. She didn’t want to tip her hat quite yet, though. She wanted to give herself the night to sleep on it. And when the morning came and she was again clear minded, she would know exactly what to do.
In spite of a few more sleepless minutes, Izzie was no match for the alcohol she
