9. AMBER

I had hoped for an uneventful breakfast the next morning. Just like the first day, Emmett didn’t spend the night in my room. He left after cleaning me up and tucking me into bed with the strict instruction that I don’t touch myself to get off.

My body buzzed endlessly all through the night, but I couldn’t get myself to disobey him. Now that I think of it, I don’t even understand why.

When he joined me at the dining table for breakfast, I was in a complicated mood. On one hand, I was ecstatically happy to know that at the end of all of this, I wouldn’t lose my scholarship at Kinston.

And nobody would find out what I did. For that, I was very grateful. But on the other, I felt like a mere helpless toy set out to be used by a man anyhow he pleases.

Being with Emmett was nothing like I’d experienced before. Not even with my ex-boyfriend back in my hometown before I moved to Kinston with my mother.

In my previous relationship, I was in full control of my feelings, but with Emmett,