Total pages in book: 164
Estimated words: 154691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 619(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 619(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
She gives me a soft smile as she adjusts her black-rimmed glasses. “Anytime.” Then she walks off into the crowd.
I make my way to my locker a few hallways down, and the second bell rings as kids scatter to their classrooms, leaving me alone, and now I’m late. I stand silently staring at my black locker, willing the tears not to come. Letting out a long breath, I try to calm my nerves. Now that the adrenaline rush is over, the weight of what happened presses down on my shoulders. My empty stomach begins to knot because what they did isn’t making any sense. Wouldn’t they love making me walk the crowded halls in wet clothing? Wouldn’t they enjoy the students laughing at me? Videoing me? The kids here always have their phones glued to their fingers. I wouldn’t be surprised if someone recorded them taking me into the locker room to begin with. And where was Rellik? Was what they were doing a distraction?
CHAPTER EIGHT
GRAYSON LAW
I SIT BACK in my chair, my right arm on the armrest, and twirling a pen around my fingers when the door to the classroom opens. Henley enters, and the class begins to snicker.
“That’s enough,” Mr. Langston tells the students, making them quiet immediately. “Miss Greene, are you okay?” he asks her.
She nods once and walks to the back of the class, sitting down in the seat to my left. It’s the only one available since she’s late.
Her head is down, and her hair is wet. I look at the back of her shirt and see where her hair has soaked it. She looks like she just got out of the shower, which she did. Just not the kind she would have liked.
Mr. Langston returns to teaching the class, and I speak quietly at her. “Wet?”
Turning her head, she looks at me, and her watery eyes widen. She hasn’t realized I have this class with her. She’s managed to come in after me and sit in the front. I’m a sit-in-the-back kind of guy. But it was time to make my presence known. Let her know that someone is always watching.
“I’d be more than happy to dry you off,” I offer.
She lets out a huff and looks away from me. I smile. Our little doll isn’t in a playful mood today. That’s too bad because I’m ready. I want to dress her up and tie her down. Drag her pretty face through the mud and fuck that mouth of hers.
I’m hard just thinking about how I’m going to play with her. I’ve had to sit back and watch Scout have all the fun.
Junior year
“Where’s Henley?” I ask, looking around his boat. Scout talked me into skipping school today. He said that he and Henley wanted to go out on the water. I wasn’t going to turn him down. Weed, beer, and his girl in a bikini sounded a lot better than sitting in my boring classes.
“She’s swimming,” he answers, sitting next to me on the long couch.
I lean over the side and push my glasses to the top of my head, scanning the calm water but don’t see her. “Drunk? Aren’t you afraid she’ll drown?” We’ve been out here all day. We usually come out here on his father’s yacht, but we didn’t want anyone knowing we were playing hooky, so we settled on taking his boat out that his father bought him last year.
“Nah. She’s fine.”
“So what’s up with that?” I dig. He’s been acting weird lately. Around her. Around us. Been sneaky. I think he’s fucking others as well, which I find odd since he’s obsessed with her.
“What do you mean?”
“Why haven’t you made that shit public?” I take a sip of my beer, placing my sunglasses back over my eyes to shield the burning sun that’s blinding me.
He snorts. “Why the fuck would I do that?”
“Claim her,” I offer. “Let everyone know she’s yours.”
“I don’t need to do that. Know why?” He arches a brow.
“Why?”
“Because she knows I own her. No one else needs to.”
Just then, I hear her on the side of the boat swimming. Seconds later, she climbs up the back ladder and steps onto the swimming deck of his eighty-foot Lady Lisa Nor-tech. She wears a diamond-studded black bikini. The black triangles barely hold her tits in, and I wonder how the ties on each hip keep her bottoms up. Tilting her head to the side, she wrings out the water in her hair while slipping her feet into a pair of black wedges.
“Come here.” He pats his leg.
She smiles at him and walks over. Sitting down, she straddles him. Her knee brushes against my leg while water from her body drips on me. “Yes?” She wraps her arms around his neck.
He reaches up and shoves her triangles to the sides, exposing her breasts.