Rinse and repeat.
But tonight changed everything, and it’s impossible to go back.
If her pussy didn’t make sure of that, her father getting out of prison sure as fuck did.
Her phone pings, prompting her to look down at it. I gave it back when we got into the car five minutes ago, and she’s spent the entire time texting Barry.
Her thumbs fly across the keyboard while she anxiously chews her bottom lip, her leg bouncing, a nervous energy radiating from her.
There’s the distinct sound of an incoming message, followed by Reverie cursing beneath her breath.
“You want to share with the class?” I ask dryly.
She turns to burn a hole in the side of my head. “You caused a lot of fucking issues,” she snaps. “Officer Nichols reported me missing. The police have been all over campus looking for me for the past couple of hours.”
Oops.
I glance at her, my chest tightening with an emotion I refuse to name. “Who the fuck is Officer Nichols?”
She rolls her eyes. “He was escorting me before you pulled the fire alarm. He got distracted by the chaos, so I tried to just get an Uber there instead. Poor lady was probably so worried when I didn't come back.” She glances at me, and then grumbles, “Dickhead.”
I glance at her, arching a brow. “Are you expecting me to feel bad about thwarting your plans? Because I can give you one very pretty, pink, and wet reason why I never will.”
It's too dark to tell for sure, but I'm positive her cheeks are burning, even as she growls, “You don’t care about anyone but yourself, do you?”
That pisses me off, especially coming from her, of all fucking people.
“I can think of several families I care about a fuck of a lot more than you,” I respond coldly.
Her spine snaps straight before she twists toward me with a murderous look.
“Really? Like you knowanythingabout me or how I feel? You are such a fucking—” She cuts herself off and raises her hands. “Youknow what? I’m not arguing with you about this right now. I’ve got bigger goddamn problems.” She mutters the last part, settling back into her seat with a huff and resuming her texting.
Except, Ireallywant to argue with her.
Anything to distract me from the taste of her still clinging to my tongue. It’s hard to enjoy the flavor when it’s mixed with guilt for betraying my mother and sleeping with the enemy.
I'm on the verge of spiraling, those three fucking words still on a loop in my head.
How could you?
“What did you tell Barry?” I ask, growing desperate for a distraction. “About where you’ve been.”
She casts me a disgruntled look.
“I told him I thought Lionel was the one who pulled the fire alarm—which I did, by the way, asshole—and ran off. I said my phone died, so I had to take a bus to Sable’s and only just got it charged.” Then she sassily grumbles, “You’re fucking welcome for covering for your ass.”
My lips twitch.
Reverie has gone to the dean about my bullying plenty over the years, but that man refuses to see me as anything other than a dollar sign. He’s gone as far as hinting at her expulsion should she continue to make accusations that threaten my career.
He's actually a huge fucking prick, and I won't act like him dismissing her claims against me hasn't gotten beneath my skin over the years. Not because of Reverie specifically, but because it could be something he's doing to other women, too. Which is why I've made it a point to listen for any women with serious claims, because I have no fucking issue using my resources to go after the asshole and get him fired should he not take them seriously.
So far, Reverie's proven to be the exception, likely only because I'm the exception.
Nevertheless, I'm sure she knows she could sue if she’s wrongfully expelled, but she also knows that while many people have witnessed me fucking with her, they’ve also witnessed her fucking with me right back. If enough people were to take my side and spin things to fit my narrative, she could easily lose—and she’s well aware that’s exactly how it could happen, too.
It hasn’t kept her silent completely, but it’s enough not to take it tothe authorities or the media. HCU is her dream school, and she’s made it abundantly clear over the years that I’m not worth losing everything over.
