❝P-please,❞ He whimpered, holding my hand over his erection. It was perfectly hard and ready for me, straining against his boxers in the most delicious way.
"What is it that you want me to do, baby?"
"Touch me," He moaned and drew his head back whe...
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As much as I hated to admit it, Bridgette tolerated a lot from me. She never failed to show her disappointment in the things I did, and she would always fuss about me fixing my faults—but all in all, it stayed a mere disappointment and she'd sigh them off.
It wasn't until I slept with an older man and had a pregnancy scare that she finally decided that enough was enough. She was never supposed to find out. Hell, I'd assumed that with her lack of care for me, she'd never have the chance to...but she did.
I'd been feeling sick for weeks and decided to skip school no matter how much I hated doing so. I called Daniel over since he had been the only guy I'd slept with since my last period, and he bought a few tests for me. To make a long story short, Bridgette came home for the first time in weeks as Daniel paced the living room.
The first thing she did when she saw the test box on the table was fall to the ground with her hand clutched to her chest, of course playing the victim as she always did.
Even though I was the one with the pregnancy test in my hand and skin pale from dehydration. Even though I was the one with skin as rough as sandpaper from malnutrition. Even though I was the one who was using sex as a leeway to sanity, and nearly losing the path all because of a tiny stick that was no doubt going to determine my future.
I never saw Daniel again after that day. When it was confirmed that I wasn't pregnant, Bridgette acted as if nothing happened and seemingly shoved it under the rug like she'd been doing since she'd found out that I was no longer a virgin.
I should have known that she was planning something. Though I'd been caught doing many things, sleeping with a man twice my age and almost having his child was not one of them. It could have demolished her entire career in Orchal, and she wasn't going to tolerate that.
That was most likely when she decided to send me away. It couldn't have taken her long to convince Penelope to take me under her wing, as less than a month later I was being sweet-talked all of the way to the airport with a ruby necklace around my neck that she said would turn heads in Cuba.
Nonetheless, the plane landed in the opposite of where we were supposed to be going, and the necklace she'd given me was tossed out of the window on the drive to Finewaters Academy; the place I'd eventually be referring to as the worst and best place I'd ever gone in my life.
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It had been months without sex at Finewaters. Every inch of my body screamed for the smallest touch, and Lucy screamed for the nastiest. If it weren't for Orion, who knows who I'd have pulled into the janitor's closet.
