Larissa’s text

Dean was confused as to why Larissa was texting him, what could she possibly want? Dean opened the text message, it was a picture…

‘Fuck you!’ was written under the picture. Dean’s mind raced, what did Larissa know? He wasn’t sure how to respond to her. He once again didn’t have to make a decision, Larissa texted again.

‘Your read receipts are on! Answer me you coward!’

Dean answers, ‘Hi?’

‘That’s all you have to say after last night?’ Larissa texted.

Dean tries to deny whatever she thinks she knows, ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’

Larissa texted, ‘Lol you give me the best sex I ever had and you’re gonna act like it never happened?’

Dean was confused, she really didn’t understand what happened last night. He was also confused, was she mad or what? Dean didn’t answer right away.

Larissa texted again, ‘I hate that I cheated on my husband so fuck you for that… but I just can’t resist that cock of yours…’

Larissa clearly thinks it was Dean last night, after all she did see him in the yard after the fact. Dean wasn’t sure how to tell her it wasn’t him.

Larissa sent another photo:

‘Do you like what you see? I can wear whatever you want… do whatever you want. I want to be sober this time and not blindfolded.’

Dean was losing control of the situation, Larissa was texting so fast, he couldn’t get a thought down. He sent a quick text but only part of what he was going to say so maybe she would stop and wait for his full response. ‘You don’t understand’ Dean wrote. Larissa was quick to interrupt his thought.

‘You don’t understand, my husband isn’t home…’

‘Come over’

Dean really wishes he was Richard right about now. He starred at the picture for a little bit. He had to tell Larissa the truth…

Brooke’s moans were loud and coming through the door, Dean forgot where is was for a moment but gathered himself to text Larissa once again.

‘You’ve got the wrong guy…’ Dean wrote.

‘What are you talking about… I saw you…’ she wrote back.

‘It wasn’t me… I just cleaned up…’ Dean wrote, he can’t believe he just admitted that to her.

‘Wait… WHAT? But then who…’ she wrote. ‘Fuck.’

Dean texted her back but she didn’t respond. Dean guesses she figured it out, process of elimination.

Dean glanced at the nude Larissa sent him before switching to the cameras to see what was happening with Brooke and Richard.