“Can I borrow some highlighter? I just dropped the one I wanted to use and it shattered,” she said.
“Sure, no problem,” I said, trying to sound normal even though Wyatt began slipping in and out of me slowly. He leaned back so he could watch where our bodies were connecting.
“Thanks! I’ll give it back tonight,” she said.
I closed my eyes as I scrunched my brow. “Okay.”
“Before I go...” Mac said, and I about screamed out of frustration.
“Yeah?” I said, a little too high-pitched.
“Whoever you have in there with you left their clothes out in the open. So I hid them in your closet.” As she spoke, I could hear her smiling.
Wyatt snorted.
My eyes shot open. “Thanks, Mac.”
“You’re welcome,” she said in that singsong voice again and left.
The moment the door was closed, Wyatt got back to work, capturing my mouth and fucking me until we both came. Afterward, he washed me and his hands kneaded my muscles. He paid extra attention to my breasts, and his thumbs brushed circles over my nipples.
“If you keep doing that, we really will be late for school,” I told him.
“I think you were meant to have three boyfriends,” he said as he began washing himself.
As I rinsed off, I smiled at him. “Can’t keep up?”
He smiled back and leaned in to kiss me. “You need to feed and water me before I can give you another ride.”
I was not perfect today. Not when I had to rush to get ready. I was going to school tired with a messy bun and subpar makeup, but I couldn’t stop smiling.
I parked next to Roe in the school parking lot and the two of us walked in together. We passed Alicia and Evie and the grin Alicia wore as she watched us walk by gave me a bad feeling.
Roe walked me to my locker. “Let me swing by mine really quick and I’ll be right back,” he said, leaving me.
Roe’s locker was down the hall and then down another hall to the left, which was the opposite direction of my first class. Still feeling uneasy, I worked quickly to unload my textbook for Chem. I was not going to carry that around all day. As I closed my bag, I kept glancing in the direction Roe had gone. He’d said he’d be right back, but I figured I’d just meet him halfway.
As soon as I closed my locker and went to put the strap of my bag on my shoulder, my arm was grabbed. I was yanked around to face the opposite direction Roe had gone. Brandon stared down at me, looking stern. “Where have you been for the past few weeks? I’ve tried calling and texting you.”
I glanced down at his hand on my arm. “Let go of me.”
He didn’t listen. “Your mother said you were sick, but unless you were on your deathbed, there’s no reason why you couldn’t answer your damn phone.”
I tried to yank my arm free, but his grip tightened. That made me glance around. A few students were pretending not to stare. A few blatantly did. Others didn’t even notice, like the members of the boys’ golf team who were congregated nearby, golf bags hanging off their shoulders, none the wiser as they conversed.
“And then I come back yesterday and I hear rumors that you’ve been with another guy,” Brandon continued to prattle on. “I’m going to need an explanation for that.”
“I don’t need to do anything for you,” I said firmly. “We are not together. I never wanted to be. No one fucking asked me. I was told and you took advantage of that.”
He didn’t blink for a moment as he processed what I’d said. Then he gave me a pitying smile and leaned close. “I think there’s something you need to understand?—”
“You mean the twenty million your parents are paying my mother to marry me off to you because you think she’s broke?”
He looked stunned.
“My motherisbroke. That’s because my father left everything to me and she lost access to the money when I turned eighteen.Iam not broke and don’t need your parents’ money. So there is no fucking deal. I do not belong to you, nor will I ever,” I seethed. “Get your fucking hand off of me.”
That felt good.
