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“I won't push you out,” I promise. “At least not all the way.” I can’t help but add. She needs to understand I can't give her everything. Disappointing her again is not something I want to continue doing. A little honesty now can go a long way.
“Deal,” she agrees, handing over the binder and slipping on her shoes. I want to argue about her going out this late at night, but it’s pointless. I look down at the binder in my hands. It’s thicker, heavier, than the other ones she’s given me. I haven’t asked her to look into anyone else, so what is this?
The sound of the door closing makes my head snap up and I realize I’m alone. Slowly opening the binder, a chuckle escapes me unbidden.
Carson Crawford.
This bitch just gave me all the information I could ever possibly want on my slimy abusive prick of a boyfriend. What if the key to finding the video lies in between these pages?
Fog rolls through my head and it’s hard to grasp onto any coherent thought. It’s a slow and almost calming process. One I’m getting used to. It hits me a little harder tonight, a little faster. I look down at the binder and close it. Going through it now would be stupid, my thoughts are rapidly getting hazy, like trying to catch water from the tap in your fingertips. I can feel them but they just skate on by.
Something was important about the binder. Can’t lose it.
I tuck it under my bed before curling up. A bright glittering catching my eyes. I lift my wrist up to my eye level as I squint at the bracelet. I know this bracelet. Since when do I have it?
That’s right. I won the bet. I grin to myself. I lift my fingers to my lips at the uncomfortable stretching feeling when I smile. I run my tongue over my lips and shake my head at the coppery taste. Oh that’s right. I won the bet and got my reward by being punched in the face.
The game used to be a lot more fun.
The game.
Does this mean it’s my turn now?
No. That’s not right. I have to choose. Sacrifices must be made to hold positions of power. That’s what my dad always taught me. I unlatch the bracelet from my wrist and drop it into the drawer next to my bed. Sacrifice a small petty revenge so I don’t ruin the revenge that really matters.
I have to abandon the game to win it.
The door clicks shut with a resounding thud that echoes in my ears. A finality I don’t like, but one that feels right nonetheless.
The game started with me, only right to end it with me too.
ChapterTwenty-Eight
My feet poundagainst the pavement as I continue on another lap around campus. When we finished the undie run, I went straight back home, threw on some clothes, and headed straight back out. There was too much energy churning inside of me to even think about going to sleep or finding a party to go to. No, I just need to run until I can burn it all off and then crash in bed.
Usually I would go to the gym, but I’m doing my best to only go there when I’m required to for football. I can no longer go there without getting a fucking hard on. It seems my cock doesn’t care that she betrayed us.
Every morning when I walk through those gym doors my eyes trail over to the spot where Brielle pushed me against the wall. I am constantly replaying the feel of my cock down the back of her throat, the tears that stained her cheeks as I pushed her too far, and the sounds of her moans when she swallowed down my come.
She was fucking perfect.
Exquisite.
The best thing I have ever fucking felt wrapped around my cock and that's the fucking problem. Brielle Montgomery has always been my only weakness, a need that I have craved for years but has always been unattainable. Until now. Until she stalked me into that gym and let me push her to her knees. I shouldn't know what her pretty mouth looks like filled with my cock, shouldn't have the sound of her choking on my dick on repeat in my mind, and I definitely shouldn't feel fucking desperate to experience it again.
She betrayed us, got us arrested, chose fucking Crawford, so why can't I stop thinking about her?
Even now I can feel my cock hardening beneath my sweatpants at the wicked places my mind keeps taking me. I have fucked my hand raw to those memories of her, haven't so much as looked at another girl. I already know that no other mouth or pussy will ever fucking compare.
The worst thing is I knew it would be like this, knew one taste of her would never be enough, it’s why none of us ever crossed that line before. She’s addictive and she will never be mine, not in the way I truly crave, which means I am completely and utterly fucked.
I run eight miles, each one more excruciating than the last and when I finally feel my body succumbing to the exhaustion, I head back towards the house. When I loop back onto my road, I slow my pace and start to cool down so I can just head right inside to take a scalding hot shower with my hand and then head to bed.
“Zaiden!” A sharp curse of my night interrupts my thoughts and I turn to find Brielle’s annoying little roommate stalking towards me. I groan, already dreading whatever this interaction is going to be.
Fucking her to get to Brielle was the shittiest thing I have done in a long time. I’ve regretted it since the second Brielle walked into her dorm room and found me getting ready to leave. The high it gave me to see her disgusted, jealous face was nothing in comparison to the cold shame I feel about hurting her in the worst way I could think of. It’s why I never even told the guys I was going to do it, I knew they would stop me, would talk me down. I just needed to hurt her, hurt her the way she hurt me.
Still even with all that regret, all that pain, I slip into my usual mask of indifference and pretend to be the prick that everyone thinks I am. “Damn, Andrews, didn’t think you’d take me up on my offer so soon.” The words are meant as a joke, a baseless taunt to annoy her. I don’t actually think she would ever go there with me again, she has become too much of a good friend to Brielle to do that to her now she knows who I am. I certainly won’t be making that mistake again.
