“See you soon, Prue,” he says, hanging up.
After texting Ben Cameron’s address, I quickly strip off my clothes. Using the full-length mirror on the closet, I examine my body. The tiniest bruise sits on my collarbone, matching the one under my eye. It’s barely noticeable but still makes me feel uneasy. Sighing, I pull a black turtleneck over my head, hoping soon there will be nothing left to cover up.
I slip on a short plaid skirt, adding black boots to the outfit. I almost look like the kind of girl who would go out with a guy like Ben. I rush to the bathroom to throw on some make up. Light cover up, a Smokey layer of eyeshadow, and a red lip gloss complete the look.
Running my hands through my light brown hair, I tussle it so the layers stand out a little. I’m not as edgy as most the girls Ben has been with, but tonight I at least look less prim and proper. Maybe no one will even be able to tell who I am if the paparazzi does get pictures of us.
I grab a black cross body purse packing it with my wallet and lip gloss for touch ups, then I check my phone.
The anxiety grows with each passing moment, as the time gets closer to six now. I know Charles said he would be here at 7, but my gut tells me he’d show up early just to make sure I’m wearing something he approves of.
I pace the living room, doing circles around the couch and coffee table, willing LA traffic not to keep Ben from getting here soon.
At 6:30 my phone buzzes. Glancing at it makes my stomach sink.
Charles
Wear that tight little blue dress you wore to the Christmas party my parents threw.
I don’t bother replying, just stare at the clock again. Hoping Ben gets here before Charles does.
Five minutes pass before Ben calls me.
“Hello,” I answer.
“Hello. Would you like me to come up and get you?” he asks on the other side of the phone. The faintest sound of music fills up the background.
“No. I’ll be right down.”
“Sounds good.”
Sighing, I take a deep breath before walking to the door, feeling like I just escaped a fate worse than death. I swing open the door just for my heart to sink.
TEN
I’m parkedin a spot right outside the entrance to Cameron’s apartment building, smoking a cigarette, waiting for Prue to join me.
I spent most of the day sleeping to starve off a hangover. It worked well enough that I decided to go out again tonight. My plan was to either throw myself another pity party or find some girl to take mercy on me.
Honestly, after Prue’s freak out, I was left feeling pretty low. I shouldn’t complain, the girl got me off. Maybe not in my preferred way, but cumming down her throat is nothing to whine about.
I felt bad for pushing her to her breaking point. I wish I knew what I did wrong. Instead, I tried to respect her wishes to be left alone. I didn’t bother her for an answer.
I needed to find myself some other girl to distract me from Prue. That’s what I told myself as I was getting ready to go comb through my regular bars. Just needed to find a girl who was the opposite of her. Maybe a blond with dark eyes. Or someone withjet-black hair and brown eyes. Someone who’d fawn over me. Make me feel like the famous rock star I am, not the asshole I also happen to be.
Then she messaged me.
I really did try to stick to my plan. Spent a good few minutes trying to remind myself why getting involved with her was a bad idea. I even texted Wes to see if he had a minute to chat. Hoping he could remind me why girls with drama are a bad idea for a guy like me. When he didn’t reply, my resolve broke.
I called her, because if her voice sounded too pained, I thought it would remind me why I wasn’t good for her. Remind me the broken can’t save the broken. However, once I heard her voice, the opposite happened. Even when she got annoyed with me, there was a layer of fear in her voice that made my heart ache. Left me no choice but to run to her rescue.
She needed someone and called me. Clearly her circle of friends is very limited, if she is reduced to relying on me. I couldn’t deny her help.
If it came down to needing to kill her shitty ex, I’m not sure I wouldn’t capitalize on the opportunity. It’s not like I have a lot to lose, and being Prue’s knight in shining armor seemed like a fitting way to end my miserable existence.
The idea of spending the night with her didn’t sound so bad either. Whisking her away to safety, filling her up on good food and drinks, sounds like a lot of fun. I can’t wait to have her insulting me in the most painful ways. It’s a nice mixture of a fun time and a pity party all in one.
I think I’ve gotten addicted to her licks. Not just the ones that traced my cock, but the venom in her words. They sting so good. It feels good to have someone else hurting me for a change. She doesn’t know none of what she says can compare to the things I tell myself every day, but I do enjoy watching her try to break me.
