OhGod,why did I agree to this?!
I closed my eyes, remembering what Alex whispered in my ear before I left—Moya. Mine. I’ll be waiting for you.
“You’re crossing all lines, Jade.” My father’s dangerous voice sounded behind me when I pulled the cutlery drawer open, concentrating on anything except the sensation between my legs.
“Me? No, I’m within all the lines. You’re the one who’s invited a fuckingrapistinto your own home!” I turned to my father, my face burning, but not from anger. “Why are you sodesperateto set me up with him again?” I whisper-yelled, just as the little torture device inside me stopped, as if Alex knew the conversation I was engaged in.
My father stared down at me, his pupils blown wide. “That’s a very serious accusation,” he whispered, stepping closer. “You shouldn’t throw words like that around.”
“Rapist?” I asked louder. “He tried to rape me, Dad. You don’t believe your own daughter?”
“Xavier wouldneverdo such a thing,” he said, shocking me to my core with that statement. “He loves you. He’s been nothing but good to you. He’s suffered all these months without you!” My father was getting heated, still trying to keep his voice down. “You’re throwing away a good thing fornoreason.”
“You’re delusional. You’re blind and stupid if you believe him.” I gulped, holding my composure. “I’ll stay for dinner, but I don’tappreciate being ambushed like this. And after this dinner, I willneversee him again.”
I ripped the forks and knives out of the drawer and sidestepped my father to get back to the dining room, but he had something else to say.
“You’ll change your mind after tonight.”
But I barely heard him. I rushed into the dining room and set the cutlery on the table, ignoring the way Xavier leered at me.
I poked the eggplant with my fork, counting down the minutes until the end of this dinner. My father’s words swirled inside me.Xavier wouldneverdo such a thing.
The rapist and my poor excuse for a father chatted at dinner while I sat there quietly, contributing nothing to the conversation. The vibrator was just as silent as me.
“You’re writing the LSAT? That’s great to hear, Xavier.” My father’s voice broke through my haze. I lifted my head, unsure of what I’d just heard. “Jade? You haven’t touched your dinner.”
“I hate eggplant,” I explained for the thousandth time. My father knew that. We had our first eggplant incident when I was six or seven—I threw up all the eggplant he forced me to eat, right onto the dinner table. But no matter my feelings about eggplant, he cooked and served it to me throughout my life.
Displeased, my father stood from his chair and began clearing our plates.
“You’re applying to law school?” I asked Xavier once my father disappeared into the kitchen. Xavier smiled widely, shaking his head side to side.
“You’re both so naive.” He smiled as if I was delusional to ask that. It took me a second to realize—he was posturing in frontof my dad. Everything he did, everything he said, everything hewas…was a lie.
“You’re lying toSebjust to get me? That’s the most pathetic thing I’ve ever heard.”
Xavier chuckled quietly and reached across the table, but I recoiled back before he could get to me.
“I’m not lying. I’macting.For example, I’m acting as if I don’t know that you’ve been fucking a grifter who sells used cars.” He melted into another repulsive smile, tilting his head. “But about the LSATs…will you tutor me?”
Xavier was a true chameleon, showing his true colors only to me while playing the role of a perfect and heartbroken gentleman in front of my father. Before I could tell him how much I hated him, the device inside me turned on and I sat up suddenly, startling Xavier. I stared at him, lost and panicking.
The vibrations were steady, foreign, and somehowsensational. It was like a slow heat spreading through me. Up my stomach, into my thighs, and most importantly, right inside my pussy.
Xavier looked me over with suspicion while I clenched my thighs and breathed in deep. In and out. In and out.
“What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing,” I whispered and sat back in the chair, aware of my every movement. “You’re a fucking p-pig, and I hate you.”
Leaning back was a bad idea. This new angle hit a different spot, and ohGod,it wasmelting me. I closed my eyes and fell into memories of Alex’s tongue on me. His lips kissing me. His eyes looking into mine. His gentle hands—
“Jade?” A strict voice cut through, and I shot my eyes open to see my father standing at the table, a carafe with coffee in his hands. “What’re you doing?”
The heat between my legs was building while my father and Xavier stared at me, catching on thatsomethingwas happening.I shifted my weight on the chair, accidentally increasing the wave of pleasure.
“I’m f-fine,” I squeaked. “I think the eggplant made me n—”
