Have to give it to him, he’s a terrific fucking kisser.
“You’ll be the death of me, woman,” he growls out, ripping his lips from mine to nip and suck along the column of my neck.
“Shut up and get me off,” I seduce, moaning long and loud as his fingers slip under the band of my blue jeans. When they dance across the wet lace covering my pussy, a shudder wracks my body.
That’s what I’m talking about. I don’t know what was going on with my body a few minutes ago, but I’m glad the bitch is now on the same page. My body should just shut the fuck up from now on and allow my mind to decide for me, because clearly, my body is on a fritz.
“So, demanding.” He laughs, grinding his cock into my hand. He does not understand how demanding I can be.
The only thing I know about this guy is that he’s hot and interested. I don’t care how “connected” his family is in this town, nor how good he is in bed. All I care about right now is the fact I’ve been buzzing hard since before first bell, and the need to get off is almost as extreme as the oxygen I need to live.
You don’t have to be good at sex to get the job done. Just have the willpower to push yourself over the edge.
“Does this greedy little cunt want my big dick?”
He isn’t the most impressive, but he’ll do.
Just like they all have in the past.
“Condom?” I disregard his earlier statement and ask one of my own, knowing full and well a guy like this goes nowhere without one.
“Wallet.” Jackpot!
Stepping away, I’m already unzipping my pants before he can gather his senses enough to get the condom. I watch, my bottom lip between my teeth as he holds up the foil package in his hands with a mischievous smirk. It’s downright filthy as his lips tip up at the side, showing his straight white teeth.
With nipples as hard as diamonds, I push off the door and saunter toward him. His eyes eat me up, flaring in heat as he sees my pants undone at my hips and showing just the tiniest snippet of black lace. His throat bobs, hard. Chest rises and falls in swift pants. Eye glaze over with so much lust and need it fills to the brim, threatening to implode me from the inside.
When out of nowhere, someone starts fucking clapping.
Clapping!
The guy in front of me blinks rapidly, as if fighting his way out of the desire induced fog. He turns to look over his shoulder, not at all appearing surprised, just as the last stall door flies open. My heart ramps up inside my chest, punching against my ribs as a familiar sight causes a bout of ill ease to slither through my body.
“Not even through second period yet, little mouse, and you already forgot the little talk we had this morning.”
Callum’s eyes meet mine, cold as death. The smirk lining his lips is nothing but pure evil incarnate.
“I’ve got it from here, Trav.” He laughs at the look on my face, which probably to him, is comical.
“You …” I freeze when I get a good look at Traven’s face, a sick feeling rising inside me.
He smirks, too, but instead of his being lined with menace, it’s filled with disgust. “You really think I would willingly touch you? Me?” He laughs, Callum joining in as his eyes pin me in place. “I wouldn’t let you lick shit off the bottom of my shoe, trash.”
Hurriedly, I refasten my pants. Shame scalds my face as they whisper in murmured expletives.
I should have known this was a freaking trick. That Callum would do something so callous just to prove a point.
Maybe that was the reason my body rebuked even touching Traven. Maybe it saw what I didn’t see until it was too late.
Brushing past me, Traven leaves without so much as a peep. Doesn’t even care he’s just wounded me with a verbal barb. Not that I expect him to, but I was foolish to think there were some people here that weren’t weak-willed and under Callum’s thumb.
So, fucking foolish.
I cringe when I feel more than see Callum move closer to me. I didn’t even notice my eyes had closed before this very second, and for that, I’m thankful. I don’t think I could face him, not after what he just witnessed.
A lone finger brushes my hair from my cheek. It has me twisting away from him, my eyes flashing wide as they land on the wall opposite us. The mere presence of him is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, and curse my stupid fucking body, but I can still feel it. Feel that buzz of want and need jolting just beneath the surface of my skin.
“Sweet, pitiful, little mouse,” he whispers, his breath creeping across the side of my head. I nearly groan out loud in equal parts frustration and desire at the scent of cinnamon and musk as his smell permeates all around me. My head feels too light, much lighter than it ever has, even after an intense orgasm. “How you could think anyone, anywhere, wanted you because you threw yourself at them is beyond me.”
“Leave me alone, Callum,” I finally find my words, but the heartbreak in them nearly has me as pissed off at myself as I am him.
“This is merely the beginning, girl,” he repeats his earlier words, pressing that deliciously frustrating body against mine. “But here’s a little something before I go. How I forgot it this morning is beyond me.” He chuckles at that, the weight of it crushing my shoulders.
When he says nothing for several seconds, my nerves get the better of me. There can be no silence around Callum. Because if there is silence, then there is chaos. If I learned anything, my time with him taught me that well.
“What?” I know it is a mistake the second I allow it to fall from my lips.
“Those guys?” He shifts, pulling my hair out of his way. I startle as he presses a chaste kiss just below my ear, the familiarity of it causing tears to dance in my eyes. “Throughout the years?”
“Yeah?” A knot forms in my stomach, nearly twisting me up inside.
His bottom lip catches on my earlobe, compelling a shiver. I feel him smile against my ear. God, I hate him even more for using my body’s natural reactions against me.
I hate everything Callum Lockridge stands for.
All those years ago, I can’t believe I fell for the load of trash he spewed from his perfect lips. Or the times afterward that I allowed myself to open up to him, hoping he had nothing but my best interests at heart.
And there it is again. The silence. Oh, how I hate the goddamn silence.
Then, he speaks, and what he says chills me to the bone. “Who do you think sent them?”
My eyes shoot wide in their sockets, disbelief warring with the demons in my mind.
No. No way he has that kind of …
His laughter is cruel, grating against my fraying nerves as it reverberates off the walls surrounding us. “What I said before—what I give, I can take away.”
Then, he’s gone. The sudden loss of his warmth, leaving me to seethe in silence all over again.
CHAPTER 11
My mind is still in shambles as I pull myself together long enough to exit the bathroom. I’m barely hanging on by a thread my mind playing catch up to all the shit they have forced me to endure for the past two days.
Only, just as soon as I do—just as I think it can’t possibly get worse—My entire chest, stomach, and thighs drenches with something thick, wet, and smells suspiciously like paint.
“What the fuck?” On instinct, my arms fly outward, flinging my bag down to the floor right next to me. The liquid is cold to the touch, but so thick and chalky I can barely move.
“A whore like you should be right at home looking like this, shouldn’t you?” That voice, I’d know it anywhere. Alessandra Lennox, queen bitch number one.
Her words force me to open my eyes and stare at down at myself. A bout of nausea forces its way up my throat as I see the state I’m in. White paint covers most of me, making me disgustingly look as if dozens of men unloaded on me in a round of passion.
Seriously? They can’t get any more original if they tried.
I don’t know whether to cry, laugh, or punch her right in the face. Except, I know that
last option would bring me nothing but trouble. It would bring my family nothing but trouble, and we’re already in enough trouble already.
Alessandra’s family owns pretty much everything in this town. While my father thought internationally, as did the Lockridge’s, Alessandra’s family invested locally. So much so they are now multiple business owners. The only place they do not own in Silver Creek is Deliciously Sweets and a few other random convenience stores.
Everything else? It’s them.
There is Lennox Bait and Tackle, Lennox Pharmacy, Lennox Café, Lennox Stationary (yes, it’s a real thing), Lennox Grocery, Lennox Station, Lennox-For-Less (a clothing store), etc.
The list really can go on and on, really.
What I’m trying to say is, she’s untouchable in a frustrating way. If I even thought about hitting her, her parents would have the team of lawyers on their payroll come after my family, regardless if I acted of my own accord.
“What the hell is your problem?” I hear laughter ring out through the hall, both feminine and male alike.
Crazy to me how people can laugh at the expense of another, as if they don’t have the same feelings, same fears, dreams, and aspirations. It gives you a true idea how far civilization has truly fallen within the last several decades.
“Stay away from Callum, slut,” she seethes. “He’s not interested.”
My eyes land on the arm weaves through his. I can’t quite explain the sense of grief I feel over seeing that. You’d think he would know better after what happened. But it seems he fell into the same routine now that he’s back in his hometown.
Typical.
Both standing there, watching, laughing as all the people around them join in. A bubble of anger rises, bubbling my guts into a massive inferno. It twists and turns into something evil, slithering through my veins like acid as it obliterates everything nice in its wake.
Narrowing my eyes, I allow a ghost of a smile to turn up one corner of my lips. Shaking out my hand as if none of their tricks bother me, I let out a silent laugh as the excess paint rains down on the floor next to me. My gaze rises over their shoulders a moment later, as movement beckons my attention. I see the other three assholes come up behind them, all decorated with a queen bee on their arm. They’re all smothering their laughter with a hand in front of their mouths, which completes my decision of attack.
“See,” I say, a note of nonchalance entering my voice as I bring my eyes back to them. “Alessandra, you have nothing to worry about. In fact, you can count on me not going after your precious little toy. Because in order for me to remotely attracted to someone, they have to have a dick between their legs not a pussy.”
Callum’s eyes instantly slit, filling fire and hatred. His jaw clenches in anger. When I allow a bright smile to rise to my face, it’s different from what I’m feeling on the inside. On the inside, I’m nothing more than the broken girl from two years ago—sad and pathetic. But I won’t allow them to see that. Never will again.
I will act like what they just did had no effect on me. Even though it chaps my ass, I will smile, then go on about my business.
“I should say thank you,” I utter, forcing a laughing timbre to my voice, “because you just reminded me how pathetic someone like you can be when they feel threatened.” Stepping closer to her, I flick my eyes up to Callum, seeing the deadly promise shining in his eyes, shortly before bringing mine back to scathing ones. “But I can assure you, Callum and his mangy friends would be the last dick’s I’d ever touch, and that’s a goddamn promise.”
I can’t help but feel as if I just threw down a gauntlet of some sort. My eyes stay on theirs as I reach down and grab my back off the ground, shouldering it. The way the “elite’s” eyes all shoot to me practically confirm it. But I disregard all four of them and focus my attention on the reddening face of queen bitch herself.
“Trash!” Alessandra screams, her face twisting into a mask of fury when she sees her little plan backfired. It’s hilarious that she thinks she still gets to me. People can only be called that so much before it loses its effect on them.
Offering a smile, I turn around without a backwards glance and make my way down the hallway. Someone to my right draws my attention, and in seeing Traven standing there, I offer him a sinister smile which beckons a worried look from him. He should be worried. He just made the top of my list of people to destroy.
Making my way out the door and into the humid August air, I stop once I’m in the parking lot. I want nothing more than to scream my frustration to the morning sun, but even I know it would be worthless. I can scream, cry and throw a tantrum all I like, but nothing will change. I will still be covered chest to hips in paint, and Callum and all his friends will still be here once I’m done.
So, instead, I close my eyes briefly, sucking in a deep breath to center myself. Twisting, my range of motion is limited by the quickly drying paint all over my body. I really wish I could kick every one of those bastards in the balls. Maybe then they’ll rethink doing something that tests my movements.
Running fingers through my short stands, I cringe when I feel they too didn’t make it out unscathed in our exchange. Figures. It will take me forever to get all this off me. Dammit, I don’t have time for that bullshit.
When I take to the parking lot, I’m fuming mad. Hopefully, a long walk back to my house will douse some of the murderous rage I have flowing through me and will all it to dissipate. I’m not confident, not by a long shot. But it’s still a nice idea to have.
When I pass by several cars sitting in the lot, that’s when another idea hits me out of nowhere. It’s sinister, probably the worst idea I’ve ever had in my life, because it will backfire. Actually, it’s the only thing I am confident about. Because if I don’t get backlash over this, then the people of Silver will know their king and leader is a major pushover.
A smile stretches across my lips when my eyes land on Callum’s pristine muscle car.
This will end so badly.
My eyes roam over the metallic, jet black paint, tinted windows, and racing strips.
Yes, things are about to get ugly.
But, I don’t let that deter me. It will definitely feel good while I do it, so I will do this or bust a gut.
Striding over, I don’t think, don’t do anything, except press the front of my body against his black car. White streaks of paint soon decorate the immaculate finish, causing a deranged laugh to filter through the morning air. I rub myself all over his car. From the driver side all the way around to the passenger. I continue to rub myself, until the paint dries all the way and no longer leaves my body.
Honestly, I don’t have a care in the world right now.
He’s going to be pissed.
I will revel in the knowledge I just cost Callum a trip to the Lennox Auto Care. Relish knowing he has to take time out of his busy schedule to get his trashed car fixed because of the mess he created. If he had just left me alone, stayed where he’s been for the last two years, everything would have been fine.
He probably won’t have to pay for it, but at least it’ll make me feel better by being a thorn in his side.
Stepping away, I quickly take my phone out and snap a picture. Going on step further, I laugh at my actions as I pass off a text to Karm, letting her know to share this with everyone she can. Let him know I did this. I’ll be long gone by the time he can get outside and see for himself.
Leaving Callum’s car in all its messed-up glory, I continue my way home with a little more pep in my step.
CHAPTER 12
A cloud of steam rushes out of the bathroom when I open the door, stepping into my bedroom. The fluffy white robe swishes around my feet as I make my way toward my closet, untying the sash surrounding my waist and allowing it to fall into a puddle at my feet.
Staring at myself in my full-length mirror, the first genuine smile I’ve had in months appears on my face.
It took me three days of showering in the morning and at night to
get the paint off my skin. I don’t know what they put in that lacquer, but it just did not want to come off my skin.
It took a trip to the salon downtown to get the paint out of my hair. Quite a few times, I was close to breaking. But I didn’t. Instead, I would take a break, release it, then figure out what my next approach was. Three different bottles of shampoo and condition it cost me. Repeating the process over and over until I feared for my hair because I was washing it too much.
That’s when I knew I had to do something about it, thus my trip to the salon. The moment I had walked in, my stylist said nothing, merely stared me down. Her eyes passed over clumps and clumps of paint, until she finally sighed and waved toward her chair. She’s such a freaking lifesaver, that one. And I’m satisfied to see it’s as flawless now as it was before the accident. Thank God.
Tucking in my pantie drawer, I pull out a set and begin slipping them on. There’s been no word from Debra, not even a peep today, which isn’t all that surprising. Most usually, she doesn’t get home from her beg-fest—or is her excuse a job now?—until around time for the same time I usually get home from school.
Right now, it’s only around noon. Yup. Noon. On a school day. And I’m my panties with no care in the world.
You may ask why I’m at home instead of school. Well, I have an explanation for that, sweetie. In truth, there’s only so much shit you can put up with before you just need a day to yourself. And I think I deserve that kind of day.
Callum hasn’t been to school since that awful paint fiasco, but I’ve heard through the grapevine I pissed him off when he saw it. Dare say it made my black heart flip inside my chest with glee. But it made the tension in my shoulders double as I thought of returning to school the next day.
But as it turned out, I didn’t have to worry. None of the boys had been there. In fact, they didn’t show up to school all week. I don’t know where they went, all I know is they weren’t there, and I was eternally fucking grateful.
It was just like the days before they showed up. People left me alone, besides the snark comments, and I stayed out of their way. The guys at school still won’t touch me, though. And when I walk down the hall, they give me a wide berth, as if they’re physically terrified even touching me will lead to Callum kicking their ass.
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