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Without a word, he throws a pair of red lace panties at me and looks down at me with a smile on his face. “Always a pleasure doing business with you.”
Then he turns around and leaves.
“Asshole,” I murmur to myself.
On shaking limbs, I get back up and dust my hands on my skirt. I hate men. They always want something they can use against you. Something to get you to do whatever they want.
I wipe as much of his cum as I can with the back of my hand before crossing the horrible bush again. Tears sting my eyes as I hold the pack of cigarettes, lighter, and panties in my tight fist. At least I have what I need to get Hayes to do whatever I want.
This is all I have. Bitterness and wicked plans to keep my mind busy. To forget the fact that I have nothing and no one. My own family hates me, and all I have to barter with other people is my body. All I have to rule this school is the mean girl attitude.
What a sad fucking life.
A sharp scream escapes me as soon as I get out of the bush. I jump back but I’m caught by the wall of plants.
"Miss Stewart.” The cold yet mocking voice of the man standing tall in front of me makes me cringe.
Out of all the people who could have caught me tonight, it had to be Hayes.
My fist tightens around my illegal goods, crushing the pack of cigarettes and hiding the piece of lingerie.
He’s holding a lit-up cigarette in his right hand, the smoke billowing between us.
“Any reason you’re out of your dormitories in the middle of the night?”
I close my eyes, swallowing the bitter taste of Mac in my mouth and silently thinking of a way to get out of this without him telling Moore.
When I open my eyes again, I pretend to be lost. “W-where am I?” I fake. “Mr. Hayes?”
He shakes his head at my poor acting attempt.
“Oh gosh,” I say weakly. “I slept walked again.”
He raises an eyebrow at me, his eyes completely black in the night. He puts his cigarette in his mouth and, silently, he brings a hand to my long hair and grabs a strand before observing it. Disgusts contorts his beautiful features. His eyes harden and his full lips tighten around the cigarette.
He drags in the poison, takes out the cigarette with his other hand and turns his head to the side to blow the smoke away from my face.
He looks back at me and says, “Sleepwalking. Is that so?” He lets my hair go and I grab the strand, realizing there’s cum on it. I squeeze my eyes shut and open again.
“Sir, please don’t take me to Ms. Moore,” I say on a breath.
Ignoring my request, his lips twitch when he says, “My my, must be true love to sneak out in the middle of the night to give a blowjob to your boyfriend.”
“He isn’t my boyfriend,” I rumble low.
“No? Your supplier then?” his eyes go to my closed fist. It’s impossible to hide everything and he can see clearly what I’m holding. My ears heat up. I bet even in the night he’ll see the blush on my olive skin. I suddenly feel too hot to breathe anymore.
“Miss Stewart,” he taunts me with the corner of a smile. He takes another drag and tilts his head. “If you’re so desperate for me not to take you to Ms. Moore, what am I meant to do with you?”
My breath hitches and my tummy becomes heavier, a band wrapping around my lower stomach. What is wrong with me? He’s just like all of them, trying to get me to do something he wants. He sees a pretty girl with big boobs, a narrow waist, and a nice ass and he’s ready to blackmail me into doing whatever he wants for him.
So why am I suddenly turned on by the tone of his voice? Why are my thighs tightening as his eyes roam all over me?
“I-I don’t know,” I admit. I usually would offer myself on a silver platter to get out of trouble. Give them what they want and feel smarter for fooling them into thinking they could hurt me. I don’t care about my body.
As long as they don’t get my sanity.
But this man is making me feel strange. My heart beats quicker around him and my brain stalls.
