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Reluctantly, I handed over the money and felt my heart drop. I had been working so many hours at the library and had even been thinking about picking up a second job to help Mom and to save up for a laptop. But things kept breaking around the house, and now, shit like this had happened because of my senseless decisions.
After Jim opened the register, he gave me my change. I counted it twice to make sure he hadn’t gypped me and then shoved it into my wallet and hurried out of the store with my pills. I felt so stupid for what I had done. So much for being invisible for the rest of the school year.
Now, one of Redwood’s baddest boys knew my secret.
“What’s in the bag?” someone said as soon as I stepped out of CVS.
I glanced over to see João leaning against the building, smoking a cigarette.
He took one last puff on it, then tossed it onto the sidewalk and stomped it out. “Fuck it. I don’t care.” He nodded toward his black Mercedes with tinted windows that he’d bought with Poison’s dirty money. “My mom’s working, and I need you to watch Ana.”
“João,” I said, glancing down at the bag and chewing on the inside of my cheek. I might’ve agreed to watch her this morning, but I really needed to get home and think about everything I had done today. “I don’t know if I can tonight. I … I need to …”
João walked toward the driver’s door. “Get in the car, Vera.”
Part of me debated on refusing and just walking home in the cold, but I now needed the money, and Ana wasn’tthatbad. Usually, she wanted to bake and watch princess cartoons. She was the total opposite of João, thankfully.
“You’d better pay me,” I said, sliding into the passenger seat.
“You’ll be paid when I get back.”
“Hi, Vera!” Ana said from her car seat in the back. “Wanna make brigadeiros with me?”
“Sure,” I said.
As João drove from the good part of town toward his house in the slums, I glanced down into the paper bag and chewed on the inside of my cheek. I hadn’t thought that I would ever have to do something like this. The only women I knew who did shit this reckless were the girls that I wrote about in my stories.
When João pulled up to the side of the road, I grasped the paper bag tightly.
João took his house key off his key ring and handed it to me. “Take this. Don’t let anyone inside the house who doesn’t have a key. You know where the ingredients for brigadeiros are in the cabinets. I’ll be back.”
Once I grabbed the key from him, I helped Ana out of the backseat and walked with her to the front door to the small, dark house. Ana took the key from me and shoved it into the lock, opening the door.
After we walked in, I locked the door, turned the lights on, and made a beeline to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. I needed to take that pill now. I couldn’t wait, nor could I forget. I didn’t want to be pregnant.
“I’ll get the cocoa powder out,” Ana said, pushing a chair to the counter. “You get the sprinkles and milk.”
Inside the bag, I ripped apart the box and pulled out the pill. After cursing to myself that I even had to do this, I popped that pill in my mouth while Ana was preoccupied and swallowed it whole. I didn’t care how much money Blaise Harleen had, how attractive he was, or how he resembledallof my dirty-mouthed love interests.
I still hated him.
ChapterFive
BLAISE
An hour after Vera Rodriguez had scurried out of my car in a hurry, I parked it in my garage and sat in the fucking driver’s seat. My dick was still covered in her juices and some blood, my mind numb from how fucking good she’d felt.
God, her pussy had squeezed my dick so fucking tightly that I couldn’t stop myself from spilling my cum deep into her cunt. With a mind as dirty as hers, she fucking deserved it, and I hadn’t missed the way she loved it too.
After taking a deep breath, I tossed my backpack over my shoulder and headed into the quiet mansion. Ten cars might’ve been parked in the driveway and garage, but nobody was ever fucking home here anymore. I always had this place to myself.
I grabbed some beer from the fridge and walked through the living room to the stairs to go to my room. Mom sat on the plush white sofa, dyed blonde hair in her face as she bent over to pull on some heels.
Wow, she was fucking home for once.
“What’re you doing here?” I asked.
“I need you to accompany me to dinner next week,” she said, fastening her black Versace heels and not looking up at me once.
