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No one ever tried to get to know me. I guess they just saw me as something they could never have. No one knew how desperate I was for at least a kiss at that point. I don't have much experience, apart from some clumsy groping and kissing that happened at parties.
I've gotten pretty good at pleasing myself though. As the thought enters my mind, I blush again and try to focus on what's going on in the real world.
Looking at the girls around me with their tiny bodies makes me feel huge. I try not to let it show, though, so I put my thoughts in order and begin contributing to the conversation.
We're chatting about the usual stuff – guys, makeup, clothes. Then, a brunette runs over to us, catching her breath, her eyes burning up with excitement.
"Oh, Gabbi," Susie snickers. "You saw something? Trouble at the old mill? Bark if it's true!"
I can't help the smile that makes its way onto my face, but Gabbi just rolls her eyes, catching her breath.
"Fine, I won't tell you,” she says, offended.
Susie jumps off the bench and walks over to her. "Tell us," she prompts her, interest starting a spark in her eyes. I'm intrigued, too.
"Well," Gabbi begins, thrilled with the fact all attention is on her. "Guess who I just saw down on the beach." She looks at us waiting for ideas, but I have nothing to offer – I've only been here for a couple of hours.
"Usual suspects?" one of the other girls shrugs.
"Indeed, but with a new addition," Gabbi waggles her eyebrows. "There was such a hot guy there, you wouldn't believe ... Tall, dark, and handsome, the whole package."
The girls start milling around her, and she definitely has their interest. I'd be lying if I said I didn't care. I wouldn't mind a little summer romance myself.
"Tell us more," one of the girls demands.
"He's new around here, but he's friends with Adrian," Gabbi begins. "I saw him with the usual guys, I guess they know each other or are just hanging out. He's the hottest out of all of them. He looked at me…" She looks away, daydreaming. "He winked at me. And he smirked. I almost died!"
"Did you get a name?" Susie asks, and Gabbi grins.
"I did!" she says, puffing out her chest. "Dominic."
Oh no.
"Dominic?" I repeat, getting my voice back and speaking up. "As in, Dominic Manning? Calls himself Dom? Tattoos covering every hot inch of him?"
“Damn, I was saving the inked part for last,” Gabbi says, furrowing her brows. "You know him or something?"
"Oh my God, Cassidy," Susie comes over to me, her interest in Gabbi gone. "Can you set me up?"
"Yeah, sure," I roll my eyes. "Hope you enjoy fucking my stepbrother."
Before any of them can react, I run off to the sound of my name being called behind me. But I don't give a crap right now because I came here to escape my stupid family, not be reminded about it.
And I most definitely don't need to know how hot my new friends think my stepbrother is. Mostly because it makes me jealous as hell.
I'm also still fuming about what happened back at the house. That prick thinks he can do whatever the hell he likes, and he doesn't give a crap about my opinion. Well, I'm not about to be some bad boy's doormat, even though he's treating me like a tasty dessert he cannot wait to sink his teeth into.
I grit my teeth as I walk, trying to ignore the memory of being in the pool with him, his hardness pressed against my pussy, the way it made me feel. I try really hard.
But then my phone beeps with a text, and I look down to see who it is. None of my friends from school have shown an interest in my trip. I would know if they did since I've checked my phone a billion times since I arrived at the beach house. But a quick look at the incoming text tells me it's an unknown number.
I swipe to see what this is all about.
Still wet? D
I stare at the unknown number, my eyes widening. And a moment later, I'm pretty sure who sent the text, managing to taunt and tease me even when we aren't in the same room. Choosing not to reply, I stuff my phone back in my pocket and continue walking, but it keeps buzzing so I look at it again, a heavy sigh on my lips.
I'm going to assume the worst if you don't answer.
You know, I could help you with that.
Gritting my teeth, I type a reply and hit send before I can change my mind about the whole thing getting out of hand.
You could never make me wet, you prick.
Why don't you try and see, darlin? You don't have to do all the hard work yourself, you know.
