The door opens drawing my attention and I looked up, ah, well if it isn’t the adulteress. I do a mental face palm at the word, I can’t believe I just called someone that even in my head, it’s… mean and unlike me. Fuck. And I can’t believe I just used the f-word. What is wrong with me? I never judged people based on their life choices, I don’t know what they’ve been through. And judging was just wrong period. “I didn’t realize you had return” she smiled politely, a dimple popping in her cheek, her hair is in a bun with soft curls framing her face. Pretty. And why the hell was I scrutinizing her looks? Damn it. I cursed then winced. I’m just a bag of curse words today aren’t I? She’s holding what looks to be a basket of freshly laundered clothes. “I can come back later if you want” Biting my tongue as I don’t trust myself not to say something mean, I wave at her to go ahead. I want to act clueless but I know where my sudden dislike for her stems from. I dislike any form of ad

There’s a man sitting leg crossed on the love seat by the far wall. “Good evening kitten” his fingers steeped in front of him.“What the hell?!” I snapped, one hand to my chest to calm my beating heart. “Don’t stop on my account” he flicked his index finger at me.I push the straps of my dress back into place. “You scared the crap out of me!” “That was not my intention” his voice is smooth as velvet, it sent a shiver down my spine.I swallowed hard, “What are you doing here?” “Waiting for you, obviously” He could have waited somewhere else. I almost-I almost undressed right here with him in the room if I haven’t thought to turn around. Heat spreads across my limbs, I didn’t even want to imagine. Exhaling, I crossed my hands at my chest trying to get my head on straight, I look at him, he’s not moved an inch since our exchange, it’s likely why I didn’t see him. It felt weird for him to be in my room, the last time was my first night here and I was dead tired to process anything,

God help me. Ms. Pat is already running up and down by the time I pulled into the driveway she quickly ushered me into my room and the bathroom where a bath is awaiting smelling of vanilla and roses flaring over it. From my peripheral I see a dress laid out on the bed. It looks like blood was spilled on my bed, that's how red the material was. "In you go" she shooed at the bathroom and I went without any complains as I needed to wash off the sweat of the day. I spend the next thirty minutes soaking with my hair in a bun. Texting back and forth with Hannah, apparently, she didn’t want to be left out of any part of the evening. I even sent her a picture of the bath I was in, crossing my legs to get a shot, a rose petal hanging on my skin, I frown at the picture zooming in to see if my foot looked weird shrugging, I click send deciding she’ll manage it like that. I place my phone on the edge and close my eyes then jerked upright. “What!” I quickly snatch my phone and clicked on the l

I clicked on the messages and photos I sent to Hannah, needless to say she’s pleased with my work on updating her so far. “She’s young” the first voice said and I’ve decided to dub her the leader of this group, “And that’s about it, young pussy always get to men, he’ll be back on prowl soon enough” “Did you that piece on her neck” the question is whispered with a bit of awe. “I think everyone saw the piece of her neck, Stacy, it’d be hard not to” the leader clicked her tongue. “I heard her father is rich” says the second voice. “Our fathers are all rich and all we have is Tiffany bracelets and some fake diamonds. That doesn’t look like it was gotten at Tiffany” “You wouldn’t know with your fathers gambling habit” “This isn’t about me Cassie” Jesus. Were they about to start fighting? I shoot Hannah a text and reply one of Sam’s for me to have a good weekend. “I’ll try to talk to him tonight, he wouldn’t be able to resist all this” the leader says and I can almost i

Through my next two classes I keep thumbing at the pictures from the web, his face is tipped down so the camera doesn’t capture his features, but his brows are drawn, even from here I can sense his intensity, feel it as he whispered in my ear for me to lean into him. Oh snappers. If I knew this was going to be the result I’d have said a big fat no. Lowering my phone to my lap I quickly text Me: Did you see the pictures of us on the internet. Ian Quinn: Yes, I approved them. He what?! Couldn’t he have approved another picture, like one where we stood side by side or walked arm in arm past the gaggle of photographers! Any other but theses would have been appropriate. Me: Have them take it down” Ian Quinn: Don’t like it?” I can almost hear the sound of his annoying laughter. Me: YES. Ian Quinn: What’s wrong with it? Excluding the fact that I was practically laying on him and we were standing so close, intimate. We were sharing the same air. I didn’t want pictures of us like t