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CHAPTER TWO
Two weeks have passed. Classes are in full bloom and so far I’m actually loving college. I’ve made a few friends, one of which is a guy named Lacey.
Yeah, I thought it was more fit for a girl too. But, alas, Lacey is all man. From the bulging muscles to the scruff on his jaw.
He’s a riot, fun to be around, and he doesn’t look at me like he wants in my pants every time he sees me. He needed a wingman, which is how I find myself walking into a huge house close to campus on Saturday night.
I swear I keep seeing the guys around campus, but when I turn to get a better view, they’re always gone. Part of me hopes they’ll be here tonight. The other hopes I’m wrong because knowing they’re deliberately dodging me would break my heart.
“Stay close. Don’t take a drink from anyone and keep yours with you.” He warns as we enter.
“Yes, Dad.” I snark at him, rolling my eyes. This isn’t my first rodeo. After James died, I went to my fair share of parties. Not the parties the rich dicks in town threw, but those in the next city over. Where no one knew my name. Anonymity was my best friend.
“Sorry. Just looking out for you.” Lacey apologized, a slight blush heating his cheeks. See, he’s a sweetheart.
I place my hand on his arm, “Don’t apologize. I appreciate the heads up.”
“Good. Let’s get a drink and have some fun.” He says.
I laugh. Girls stare at him as we walk by and give me looks of disdain like I just stole the last pair of Jimmy Chews. Is that how that’s spelled?
Probably not, but I couldn’t afford a pair of them, so whatever. These girls totally have the wrong idea, anyway. I’m not here with Lacey. Well, I came with him. But I won’t be coming with him.
We get drinks and stand around talking. Several people come up and talk to him. He’s a pretty popular guy.
It must be because he’s on the football team. But he’s also a genuinely decent guy. When a pretty girl comes up and asks him to dance, he looks at me.
I give him the go-ahead. I have to pee anyway. He points me in the right direction before he leaves me behind so he can take the girl out on the dancefloor. I smile as I head in the direction he pointed.
The line for the bathroom is long, and I really have to go. That’s what I get for not eating enough. I sneak my way upstairs. There has to be another bathroom in this big house.
I check door after door until I find the one I need. After handling my business and washing my hands, I open the door. I take two steps when I hear a noise coming from the room next door.
I listen momentarily to grunts and skin slapping. It sounds like someone is getting their ass kicked and curiosity has my feet moving closer to the noise. The door is partially open, so I peek in. What I find sends ice up my spine and makes me nauseous.
There on the bed is a woman. A blonde, if I’m seeing correctly. She’s kneeling on the bed, arms tied behind her back, eyes closed as she swallows Elias’s cock.
He’s holding her head as he roughly takes her mouth. Behind her, Ashby thrusts in and out of her without thought of anything but his impending release. Gael sits in a high-back chair, hand moving up and down his cock as he watches all this go down.
I swallow back the bile that’s in my throat. I wasn’t losing my mind. They really are here. Is this why they never wanted me to go to any of the parties? Is this what they were doing while I was home in bed thinking about them?
I take a step back but I must make a noise because three sets of eyes bare down on me. I see absolutely nothing in those looks. It breaks my heart to realize there’s not even an ounce of recognition in their eyes. Did our friendship mean so little? They really forgot all about me.
The girl between Elias and Ashby whines. “Please.” She pleads.
They look at me once more and then go back to fucking the girl to within an inch of her life. I can’t stand here and watch them. I can’t waltz in there and demand to know what happened three years ago. So I do the only thing I can do. Turn around and run.
I almost fall down the stairs in my rush to get away. Lacey sees me and tries to stop me, but I skirt around the group of people and keep running. I get out the door and on to the sidewalk before I crash into a wall and go down on my ass. I look up and see Creed glaring down at me.
“Fuck my life.” I say.
I realize tears are running down my face at the same time he does. He crouches in front of me. “Who am I killing?” He asks.
I snort a laugh. As if Creed Wessex would ever defend my honor. “Nobody.” I say, my voice still watery.
“Who, Adelya? Who made you cry?” When I don’t give him an answer, he grips my chin between his fingers. “Let me make something clear to you. I’m the only one allowed to make you cry. Be it in pain or pleasure. Every tear belongs to me.”
“You’re fucking insane.” I tell him.
