AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“So, what will they do with it? Keep it the sex club? Tear it down? Turn it into a social club?” I laugh into his mouth when a hand hidden under the water squeezes my butt cheek.
“Honestly, I don’t give a fuck. They can burn the whole fuckin’ place down for all I care.”
“But what about your father? His legacy?” I ask as his mouth pulls away from mine and works his magic down my neck.
“It’s exactly how you said it. His legacy. Not mine. It’s never been. But now, thanks to you, I’m gonna be free of it.” He softly nibbles at my neck.
“I’m not really sure how I have anything to do with it,” I say, trying not to squirm in his hold.
Damien pulls away to find my eyes. “Well, for starters, you’ve proven I actually don’t have power over everyone in my reach. Your feisty attitude and free spirit have shown me I’m no match for you in the sense that you may be the one putting me in my place.”
I throw my head back and laugh. “Oh, come on.”
“It’s true. This business has made me very cold. Stern. There’s no room for leniency, patience, or forgiveness. But ever since you stormed into my life, I’ve learned to accept a hell of a lot of it.”
I bring my eyes back to his. “Damien, those are just simple lessons of life. It’s not me who’s teaching you those. Everyone has them. Maybe you just needed to remember how to use them.”
He kisses me quickly. “I am. And with you, I feel more empowered than I have in a long time. And for that reason alone, I may never let you out of my sight. Being a better man is tough. I’m gonna need you around to counsel me through it.”
I laugh out loud again. He pulls me tightly to him, water splashing around us. Spreading my legs and aligning him right where I want him to be, he slides inside me. “You’ve changed something in me. And now I have to show you just how appreciative I am of that.”
He lifts my hips up and back down on his hard length. Unlike our normal encounters, this one is slow. Measured. Meaningful. He’s not trying to dominate me or show me he has all control over me. If I let my heart define it, I think he was showing me just how much power I have over him and possibly his own heart.
“Pencils up.”
The sound of the professor’s voice brings me back to the current. I look around at everyone packing up their things and handing in their tests. I look down and see I’ve only answered a quarter of the questions.
“Fuck,” I mumble. Without the full points of this test, there’s no way I’ll get the grade required to keep up my GPA. I fight the tears threatening to spill and get up, grabbing my bag. I catch Ms. Phillips’ eyes, and her face turns smug. My hands begin to crumple the test between my grip and I toss it in the trash as I walk past her, knowing I just threw away my scholarship.
I race out of the building. I can’t breathe. My chest hurts. Everything I worked for, gone. Over a ruse. I let him trick me. My eyes sting. My vision begins to blur. How could he? I opened up to him. Gave him something I’ve never given anyone else. I gave him me—
“Jensen?”
I stop at the familiar voice and turn to see Christine with Brittany and Steph, standing just to the right of the stairs. For a second, I’m relieved knowing my best friend is here to console me while I break down over everything I just lost. But then I see it. The mistake she made by noticing me at all. Her eyes quickly change, and she sticks her nose up to me.
“Wow, you’re still here? Thought you might’ve been trying to end your life knowing you just bombed your exam. Sitting there staring off into space like a freak. Aren’t you on a scholarship too? Ouch.”
I turn behind me to see Sylvia waltz down the steps and stand next to Christine. “What’s the look for? Oh, I’m sorry, sore subject?”
“Go fuck yourself, Sylvia.” Christine blanches at my choice of words, whereas Sylvia just smirks.
“Wow, so harsh. What’s wrong, the scholarship not the only thing you lost?”
I ignore her and turn my attention back to Christine. “I’ve called you a billion times. Why haven’t you returned any of my calls?” She opens her mouth to speak, but Sylvia responds for her.
“Yeah, and we all laugh at how you just haven’t gotten the hint. How many times can one loser call before they realize they’re not wanted? Seriously, Jensen.”
She starts to laugh, indicating for her clan to join her. My heart takes a dive when I watch Christine join in. Years of friendship. Childhood pacts. Teenage promises. We shared our first snack packs, first kisses, and lifelong dreams. And it took a whole two months of college for her to throw it all away.
