51 - Eva.

Five days later, I'm getting ready for the winter formal. It's been so damn hard to keep my distance from Oak, only sharing stolen glances in class and not speaking to him. The sexting we do every night has kept my spirit up.

My stomach flips as I hear my phone go off and rush to check it.

Oak: You better be a good girl tonight. If I see Dimitry even try to touch you inappropriately, he will lose his fucking hand.

I swallow hard and type my reply.

I'm always a good girl. I can't be held responsible for that boy's actions. Just know I have no interest in being inappropriately touched by anyone but you.

I throw my phone down, knowing that Dimitry is likely to make a pass at me tonight. He's been flirty since the day I met him. He wouldn't keep his hands off me at the bar on the night Oak stole me away and fucked me for the first time.

My phone dings again, and I grab it.

Good. Send me a photo of you in your dress.

I type my response.

What do I get in return?

He fires back a one-word rep