My scowl doesn’t stop her from twisting hair around her finger and giggling. “I can’t believe it. Mr. Gage Weston himself in my dorm room.” “Yeah, Stella,” I grit, bitterly, wishing I had a fifth of whiskey in my hand. “Lucky you.” “Oh, I’m not Stella,” she laughs, as if it was a wild assumption.
“It’s okay,” I say, gently as possible. Her chest starts to rise and fall quickly. “Should I not have made her leave? Are you scared to be alone with me?” When she only continues to watch me like a timid rabbit, I have no idea what comes over me. I have no idea, but I kneel. I kneel down and slowl
How am I supposed to concentrate on the development of human civilization in Ancient Greece when this man is looming in front of me? Why won’t he sit down? He started to take a place beside me on the thin mattress, but made a sound and started pacing with clenched fists. Yes, I really should have G
A line moves in his cheek and for a moment, he looks almost amused. But only for a moment. Then he’s deadly serious. “I’m going to need a lot of tutoring, Stella. Day and night. For years. Do you understand what I’m saying to you?” “No,” I whisper, honestly. This happens a lot. I was raised in a qu
Something hard is pressing to my bottom. I wiggle around on the large object, trying to discern its exact shape. When Gage grits his teeth and curses, it dawns on me. It’s his hard penis. He’s…aroused? I’ve read about male sexual response in my health class, though I admit I skimmed a little, it mad
When I wake up, she’s gone. It’s like having a claw hammer buried in my skull. I dive out of bed with a bellow, clutching at the sheets like I’m going to find her hidden in there. Where the hell did she go? Where the fuck did she go? The anger has returned with a vengeance in her absence. I scra
I’m in the front row of my political science class, head bowed forward so I can create a little world of my own inside the safety of my hair. It shields me from the rest of the class and stops me from getting too overwhelmed by the sheer number of people surrounding me. If I think about it too much,
“Stella,” he says. I’m standing before I realize what I’m doing, my small hand locked inside his much larger one. He picks up my books in the opposite hand and guides me out of the classroom to a renewed chorus of hoots and whistles. My face burns at the attention and I have the impulse to bury my
Five years later..."How are you not used to this by now?" I take my eyes off the two agents to glance over at Henry. It still feels odd to call him that sometimes after calling him Mr. President for so long."They look at her," I growl. One thing I sure don't miss about the White House is having pe
Six months later...I bounce on the edge of the seat of our SUV about to burst with excitement. "Sweet pea. Calm down." I glance over at Ford, who is driving us home. He's smiling at me. He's let his facial hair grow a touch. I can still feel the reminder on my thighs right now. He's looked so much
July puts a hand on the president's arm and nods. "I like the sound of that. We're all out of here in six months, and I think I'd like nothing more than to raise your brother or sister with you nearby. We've got a lot of time to let this grow and plan the future."She looks up to the president, who
"The president is landing," the voice in my ear says, and I give Sloan one last kiss."We've got to go downstairs. Your dad is about to get here and I want to talk to Chad.""Okay," she says as she straightens her spine. She has more courage than I gave her credit for.Even after everything that's h
The shower shuts off and Ford steps out. He towels off and helps me down from the counter as if it's too high for me to jump from. He holds me as we walk out, and I see the blood on my bedroom floor and wall."I'll get it cleaned up." He kisses the top of my head. "You need more clothes." He smacks
Ford starts wailing on him, hitting him over and over. Two agents run over and try to pull Ford off him, but they can't. One looks over at me and I'm pretty sure it's the same one who busted us having sex. He looks at me and I know he's asking me for some kind of help."Ford," I call out. "I'm scare
I search my closet for a shirt, but I'm so frantic I can't find one even though I'm surrounded by them. I stop what I'm doing and close my eyes. I take a deep breath to calm myself down."Get it together," I tell myself.Too much has just happened. I lost my virginity, Ford told me he loves me, and
"This will only hurt a little bit," I tell her, hoping it's not a lie.I push forward another inch, and she whimpers, but I've never felt anything so fucking good. It's tight and hot and so goddamn sticky sweet."Fuck, let me in, sweet pea," I say as I press my forehead to hers and thrust in a littl
I've thought of our first kiss a thousand times, but every fantasy I came up with was weak compared to what it's like to have my lips on hers. She opens her mouth right away and I groan as my tongue touches her. I always thought the devil was the one calling the shots when he sent her to me. Why els