Grayson’s POVThe longer we keep this secret, the worse it gets. It’s like carrying a weight that grows heavier with every passing second. Every part of me screams to run to Sammi, to hold her tight, to tell her that it will be okay. But I can’t. Instead, I’m left standing here, helpless, as I watch her break down and run away, tears streaming down her face. I feel a sickening twist in my gut. My eyes flick to Willow, and she can’t even look at me, her head hanging low like she’s carrying her own burden of guilt.“Grayson, drop Willow home. We’ve got shit to deal with,” Zade says, striding out, the others following him. I know what he means. They’re going to try to figure out who Sammi’s been dating, like this is some sort of game. But it’s not. It’s spiraling into something none of us can control.“I’m sorry,” Willow whispers, her voice so fragile I barely hear her. “Sammi’s going to hate me now.” Her words tremble, soaked in regret.“She won’t care that they found out the lie, Willo
Sammi’s POVEvery instinct in my body screamed at me to leave. Staying here felt wrong—everything about it was suffocating me. Yet, of course, Zade appeared, right on cue, just as I was walking out of my room, my bag slung over my shoulder, and refused to let me go.I stood there, torn between two impossible decisions. One part of me knew I was acting out, that maybe I was overreacting, like a child throwing a tantrum. But the other part—the louder part—felt like I hadn’t even begun to express just how messed up everything was. I hadn’t made enoughnoise, hadn’t shown everyone the depth of my pain, my frustration, my anger.And then, there was Grayson. He was the only thing tethering me here. Leaving would mean I wouldn’t see him, wouldn’t feel the comfort of his presence. And with how tense everything had become lately, if anyone found out the truth about Grayson and me... I couldn’t even imagine the fallout. It wouldn’t end well, for either of us.A knock on the door pulls me from m
This room screams money, and it's not like I'm poor; I'm just not stupidly rich. Jake isn't yet. Sure, his dad is, but Jake was told until he proves himself, he won't get a penny. Sure, he gets money from his dad every month to live on and such.Yet, nothing else. Even though I know that his dad essentially paid for this ring I am wearing, Jake doesn't work, which means he no doubt had to ask his dad for money for the ring.It's looking like Jake might be getting his inheritance. News of this engagement has made his father see him in a whole new way—not just the engagement, but me, apparently. Dating me has made his son straighten his life out. I'm not sure how I helped. All I am doing is dating him.I didn't even know about his money until I met his dad, so it was a shock when Jake stopped at the house.They continued the conversation. His dad smiled at me and the ring. I'm still processing this. I mean, we've been dating for months, but dating and being engaged are two entirely diff
6 Months LaterSitting, I laugh. The slight feeling of being tipsy makes me happy."He's a grumpy nut!" Bex pushes me so hard that I almost fall off the stool."Maybe, but he's my grumpy nut!" I laugh and stand, and she pouts at me, sulking. "I'm going. I want to be with Jake when the new year begins. He wasn't feeling great." Hugging her, I walk home."Ruby, Ruby, Ruby!" I groan and stop at the door turning Ivy dances to me. "I'm glad you're here! I lost my keys."Laughing at her, I unlock the door. "You didn't lose them, Ivy. You never do. They are always inside where you left them." I walk in and go to the side, picking up the keys. I rattle them at her. "See."Laughing, she nods. Walking to the kitchen, I grab a drink and go upstairs, my head shaking at the fact she forgot her keys again. I had told her just before we left, get your keys. Laughing, I push the door open and freeze."Jake!" I stand shocked and sickened. He turns slightly and looks at me."Is this her?" The woman who
Today has gone quickly. Class has ended, and I'm determined to cross another item off the list. Parking the car, I walk to the shop. Standing outside, I look at the store. Sucking in a breath, I push the door open and walk in. I begin to look around.My hand trails over the leather lingerie. Picking up a set, I carry it with me as I continue to look through the lingerie and make my way towards the sex toys.I stop at them and glance around. Now what? My hand reaches out blindly and grabs three different ones. I've no idea what they are, but I'm not about to read the boxes in the shop. Walking towards the till to pay, I stop.My eyes see the items. I grab a pair of handcuffs and a flogger and continue to the till. I place the items down. I watch as she picks each item up and scans them all before I pay, and she hands me the bag.Getting into the car, I laugh. I did it. What the hell did I buy? I laugh, knowing that maybe I should have done research before. When I get home, I place the
The week has passed by quickly; I get lost in studying. I've signed up for dancing lessons, though. Two nights a week, I will do pole dancing, and another two nights a week, I will practice lap dances.I have to admit I had fun with Bex and Ivy that night once I let go of my fears. Pulling on the boots, I stand, and Bex walks in, her eyes widening."Why are you wearing hooker heels?" I laugh at her words. "I'm serious. Are you going out?""I'm doing pole dancing lessons. It's the first one tonight. I figured I would wear heels and learn while wearing them.""I'm coming!" she runs out of the room. I laugh, walk to her room, and watch her get ready. "I always wanted to learn, so I'm coming. Why pole dancing?" She turns and looks at me as she fastens her shoes."I have a slot in a few weeks dancing in a club." Her hands stop, and she looks at me. "Yes, I'm being serious." I laugh and watch her fasten her shoe."You're going to dance in a club?""Yes, I visited this week. It looked amazin
Stopping outside the house, I hit the button and waited; I slept in. So I had to get ready for tonight and wear the outfit under my dress."Yes?" I turn to the intercom. He will be working, but I know where the spare key is."Hi, Alaric, it's Ruby. If possible, I need to grab the things that I left here.""You don't need to ask." The intercom turns off, and the gates open. Driving in, I get out and walk up the steps. I stop noticing that the pot has moved. Turning, I see it.Leaning over, I lift it and look for the key; it's not here."Ahm." I stand and turn, Alaric is stating right where my ass was bent over."Sorry, I thought you would be at work. I was going to let myself in." Maybe I should have knocked first."No worries. Can I get you a drink?" He walks in, and I follow."Erm..." He's smiling at me, shit he doesn't know."Is everything okay?" He grabs a glass, and I nod. "Drink?"I nod at him, I thought Jake would have told him this was over? Now I feel more awkward than before,
"Ruby, come here." I look at him and shake my head. His hand grips mine, and he pulls me in front of him. He turns me so my back is against him. "What is this?" He taps the side, and I glance down.Shit, my list. I go to say I don't know when he speaks. "It fell out of your bag. You threw it down with that much force." He chuckles and waits."It was something to help me experience more, stop being a prude, and prove everyone wrong."He sighs and grabs a pen, placing it next to the paper. His hands grip the counter next to me. "Pick up the pen," he says, his breath washes over my neck. Reaching down, I get it."Cross off number eight.""W-what?""Cross of number eight. The list is a good idea, but number eight is a risk. Not only that, but you're not selling your body. You gain nothing from it.""I want to." It will help. It's different."No, you don't. Women dance there for money, and many are abused behind the scenes. If you want a list, fine, but make it safe. Cross it out."Nodding