"I don't respond well to screaming." He says getting up."I'm going to give you a minute to calm down" and then he walks.I sit on the bed shocked. I don't know what to do with him. I don't know why he thinks I'll listen to him and just wait for him.
I get up from the bed and head to the front door. I grab the handle and open the door."Where are you going?" He says behind me and it takes everything in me not to scream. I didn't hear him come back into the room."I'm going home." I say turning around to look at him. He has a can of Coke in one hand and a beer in the other hand."You promised me an hour and I still have 45 minutes left. So sit down... Please " He says his voice low but not threatening. "I promise to not say any more stupid shit." He says motioning for me to come back into the room. I walk back to him, take the can and sit on the chair he was sitting in. He sits on the bed.I take a few calming breaths and try to be freaked oCeleste looks at me, her eyes narrowing as she weighs her options. I can tell she's torn between curiosity and fear. I try to keep my expression neutral, but inside, I'm bracing myself. She's going to ask something that will dig deep—something I might not even want to admit to myself.She takes a deep breath, her voice steady but low. "Have you ever killed someone you didn't have to?"Her question hits me like a punch to the gut. I knew this was coming, but hearing it out loud still feels like a slap. I can't afford to flinch, though, so I force myself to stay calm."Yes," I say, keeping my voice as even as possible. I see her tense up, her fingers gripping the Coke can tighter, but she doesn't say anything, just waits for me to continue. "Not every job is clean. Sometimes... things happen that shouldn't."She's quiet, but I can see the disgust and fear creeping into her expression. I swallow hard, knowing that I'm losing her even more with every wo
I hesitate for a moment, feeling the weight of what I’m about to do. I’ve never been one for comfort, for reaching out to someone when they’re hurting. But there’s something about the way Celeste looks right now, so vulnerable, that makes me want to be different—just this once.My footsteps are slow, careful. I’m not even sure how to do this, how to give someone the kind of comfort they need without crossing a line. I’ve never been that guy—the one who can just hold someone and make things better. But I want to try.When I reach her, I see her flinch, just barely, like she doesn’t know what to expect from me. Maybe she’s bracing herself for something worse, and that thought stings more than anything she’s said to me tonight. But I can’t blame her. She doesn't know me. I have to earn her trust. My reputation alone is a no go zone.Still, I push past that. I’ve already come this far. What’s a little more?My arms move on their own, like they’ve forgotten wh
I pick her up from the chair and walk with her on the bed. I place myself between her legs, my body above her. I look down at her taken back by her beauty. I kiss her nose and she giggles softly. I loosen her hair tie and watch her hair pull around her.Her locs are so soft and full."You're beautiful, you know that?" I say and she stares at me but she doesn't say anything. "You're breathtaking," I say and she sighs. And I can tell she doesn't believe me. I'm going to show her how beautiful she is, until she knows it for a fact.I lean in and kiss her lips softly . I deepen the kiss and she moans into my mouth. I can't tell you how much I love that sounds. I want to hear it forever. My kisses progress from her lips, to her neck and down to her chest.I grab the bottom of her t-shirt and take it off of her. She makes a small sound when my fingers touch her skin. "So soft"' I say quietly enjoying the feel of her body. I kiss her be
6 amI'm her, The girl I've judged for my whole life.The girl who walks out of a guy's house at 6 am to go home after a night of committing unspeakable sins.And boy we did things I didn't think I would be able to do in this life time.I blink a few times thinking about how he made me get on all fours at the edge of his bed. My head and chest planted into the mattress as my ass is in the air. My pussy
I step out of the car and thank the driver, my heart pounding in my chest. The walk from the corner of Sadie’s street to her front door feels long. I opted out of the ride from Tamrin, claiming I needed some “fresh air.” The truth is, I needed the time to breathe, to prepare myself for this.I can see the living room lights glowing from the big window in front of Tamrin’s house. Shadows move against the curtains—laughter filters through the walls. I take a deep breath and force my feet to move forward.I can do this. I have to do this.When I reach the front door, I hesitate for a moment. My hand hovers over the doorbell. I hear another burst of laughter from inside. They sound so relaxed, so carefree. I’m about to step into a war zone.Before I can ring the bell, the door swings open. Tamrin’s there, grinning at me with a cup of something in her hand.“There she is!” she exclaims, throwing an arm around me and pulling me inside. Her hair is tied up in a messy bun, and she’s already i
The movie is playing, but I’m not really watching. The images blur together, the dialogue is just a low hum in the background. My mind is racing, replaying every second of last night, every touch, every whisper. I feel like I’m on the edge of something dangerously close to falling apart.Then, suddenly, Presley grabs the remote and pauses the movie. The screen freezes, and the room goes quiet.“Okay, hold up,” Presley says, turning to me with a playful grin, but there’s something sharp in her eyes. “Celeste, you’re still in your regular clothes. Come on, girl, you need to change into your pajamas. This is a sleepover, not a business meeting.”Tamrin laughs, and Sadie giggles along, but there’s a slight tension in the room that wasn’t there before. I feel everyone’s eyes on me, and my cheeks start to burn.“I, uh… didn’t bring matching pajamas,” I mumble, shifting un
Nathan is sitting across from me, his brows knitted together in that way they always are when he’s worried about me. His concern feels like a weight pressing against my chest, adding to the suffocating anxiety that’s been building since I found out about Tamrin and Trevor.I’m trying to act normal, like everything is fine, but I can feel my hands trembling in my lap. I don’t think Nathan buys it. He’s been watching me too closely for the past twenty minutes while I pr
I can’t believe how different tonight feels. From the moment I step out of the car, Trevor is standing there, waiting, looking sharp and giving me this heart-melting smile. He opens the car door for me like some scene out of a romance movie, and for a second, I can’t help but wonder if this is the same guy from our first date.“You look stunning,” he says, his voice soft but sincere, and I can feel my cheeks heat up.The restaurant he’s chosen this time is
The second Sadie says his name—Trevor—I feel my stomach drop, like I’ve been yanked into some icy abyss. My blood feels like it’s turned to sludge, my feet rooted to the floor, frozen in place. I know who she’s talking about. I know. And I also know I can’t let her see even a flicker of recognition on my face.I take a deep, quiet breath, trying to calm the panic threatening to bubble over. Sadie is sitting across from me, her face etched with concern, and she k
I wake up with a heaviness in my chest that I can’t shake. Last night, I couldn’t stop replaying Trevor’s smug face and the way Tamrin laughed off his disgusting comment. Every instinct in me is screaming that this guy isn’t just bad news—he’s dangerous.And then there’s Tamrin. How do I even begin to help someone who doesn’t want to see the truth? It’s not like she’d listen to me. Not now. But someone has to know, someone who might have a
I pace back and forth in my room, phone pressed tightly to my ear. The ringing feels endless, but I keep waiting. Sadie always takes forever to answer, but I need her right now. My heart is buzzing, and I’m practically bursting with excitement. Finally, the ringing stops, and her voice comes through, flat and uninterested."Hello?""Sadie!" I say, trying to keep my voice from sounding too desperate. "I have a date. I need your help. Please, can you come over?"There’s a pause, and I can practically hear her rolling her eyes on the other end. "A date, huh?" she says. "And you want my help?""Yes!" I say, ignoring the edge in her tone. "I need your magic touch. You’re the best at this kind of thing, Sadie. Please."Another long pause. Then she sighs. "Fine. I’ll be there in an hour."By the time she arrives, I’m practically vibrating with energy. The second I see her walk through the door, I let out an excited squ
I lean back in my chair, phone still in hand, letting the faint hum of the television fill the silence. Tamrin’s reply is still fresh on the screen, her cheerful acceptance of another date. It didn’t take much to get her to agree—just a few words crafted with care and a touch of desperation.The key to manipulating people like Tamrin is understanding their hunger. She’s starving for attention, validation, anything to make her feel less invisible. I gave her just enough on our first date to plant the seed. Sure, I acted aloof, even dismissive, but I knew that would keep her chasing. And now? Now she’s hooked.I scroll through our conversation from earlier tonight.Trevor: Hey, Tamrin. I’ve been thinking about our date, and I feel terrible about how I acted. I was nervous, and I handled things badly. You didn’t deserve that.I imagine her face when she read it, the little
I’m practically skipping up the steps to Presley’s house, the excitement bubbling in my chest. It’s not like the date with Trevor was amazing—in fact, it was the opposite—but it doesn’t matter. For once, I have something to talk about, something that feels like it belongs to me.I knock on her door, and when she opens it, she’s wearing her usual bored expression. Presley always looks like she has somewhere better to be.“Hey,” I say, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. “You won’t believe what happened last night.”She raises an eyebrow, leaning against the doorframe as I flop onto her couch.“Let me guess,” she says, voice dripping with sarcasm. “You found a stray dog and decided to adopt it.”I roll my eyes. “No, Presley. I went on a date.”That gets her attention. She straightens up, her eyes narrowing just slightly. It’s subtle, but I catch it, and it fuels me in a way I didn’t expect.“Oh?” she says, crossing her ar