“Ah, I see how it is. Okay, we’re playing that game? Alright.”
She moves around me, dancing dramatically, and I follow so she doesn’t end up behind me because I don’t know what she would do. This has me facing Wes, and I refuse to look up and see whatever look Lily supposedly sees.
“Just know,” she speaks up again. “The next time you want to try to play dumb, at least make sure to hide the bite mark a little better.”
I gasp, pulling my hair over my shoulders, doing what I can to cover whatever mark Wes left on me. That fucking asshole.
Lily throws her head back laughing. “Oh, you’re so fucked.”
It’s extremely lateby the time I get home. Wes left before me, and as I pull in the driveway I refuse to look at his house. His car is there, but I don’t want to see if there are any lights on, see any movement, or even hear him in the yard with his dog. I don’t want to give him any more of my attention or time.
Especially not tonight while my body is still thrumming from his touch, desperate to find that release he took away from me. The worst part is he’s right. If I were to take care of it myself, it wouldn’t be even close to the same.
But I won’t give in. I won’t go over there, and I won’t contact him.
I refuse to give him that.
I get in the shower, washing the night off me, including the memories of Wes’s hands on me. When I get out and wipe the steam from the mirror, I see my reflection including the small mark on my skin from his teeth. The throbbing between my thighs is back at the sight alone. I groan, stepping away, not wanting to feed into his mind games anymore for the night.
Once I’m dressed, I crawl into bed and refuse to look at my phone to see if Wes has said anything to me. One of the biggest flaws with this house is the fact that my bedroom window faces his. Right now, while my room is dark, it makes the light currently on in his room shine directly in here.
I pull my blanket over my face to block it out. Closing my eyes I try to fall asleep, knowing it’s futile. Especially when the only thing I can see behind my closed eyelids is the wall I was pressed against.
The only thing I can feel is Wes’s hands on me, covering my mouth, roughly touching between my thighs.
The only thing I can hear are his growled words, the tone of his voice, and the way his filthy words only made me more desperate to erupt.
I let out a frustrated groan, throwing the blanket back so I can just stare at the ceiling. My hand finds its way down my shorts, and I close my eyes, letting the thoughts take over once again, but this time trying to give into them. Letting them guide me as my fingers roam where Wes’s were just hours before.
It’s not the same.
As much as I try to focus, to bring myself to the brink andsend myself over, it’s just not the same. I cry out again, so unbelievably annoyed that I can’t even orgasm by myself at all because my stupid neighbor touched me, and got in my head.
I look up, and see that his light is still on. For a split second I think about doing something I shouldn’t.
My phone goes off, and I look at it like it’s a bomb about to explode. If I pick it up, I don’t know what I’ll do.
Then it goes off again, and I give in.
Wes: Do you think you were good enough for a reward?
Wes: Or bad enough for another punishment?
Bailey: Neither.
Wes: Sounds like you’re choosing punishment. It’s too bad, you cry so pretty when you come, but it seems like you don’t want that to happen.
Bailey: I don’t need you for that.
Wes: No? How’s that working out for you right now?
I slam my phone down, and cover my face with my hands. I feel like I’m going insane, and who knows, maybe I am.
The fact that I’m considering letting him into my house only proves that I most definitely am. I close my eyes once again, trying to pretend like it’ll help make everything go away, but my phone goes off again.
I’m not going to look at it. Nope, Irefuse.
I’m not even going to open my eyes, I’m going to force myself to sleep and tomorrow I’ll wake up in my right mind once again.
