Will Castle be able to resist the school's playgirl whom he has to tutor?
Holly Versace never took anything serious in life. But when her grades go down and her position as the cheerleading captain is threatened, she needs to find a tutor to help h...
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| 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐞 |
The night of the party has come.
I'm busy applying make-up on my face while Riley chats over the phone that's on speaker.
"God I hope Cale's ready to fuck me again," Riley says.
"I thought you weren't interested in him," I say, coating my lips dark red.
"I'm interested in his cock," She says.
"Just the cock?" I raise an eyebrow.
"Mhmm."
"There are so many others with a better dick."
"How do you know? Have you fucked Cale?"
A grin spreads across my face. "Is that jealously I hear?"
"Whatever." I can imagine her flipping her hair over her shoulder. "Is British Boy coming?"
By now I'm tired of repeating 'he's not british' so I don't bother saying it anymore.
"He said you'll just have to see."
"Someone saying no to Holly?" Riley lets out a fake sound of surprise. "Damn it's too hard to imagine."
I shrug.
We chat for a bit more before she hangs up to leave and come pick me up.
By that time, dad was on my case, telling me to be safe, keep my phone switched on, don't drink too much alcohol and all other precautions and rules.
Thankfully, he leaves my outfit alone. I'm wearing shorts with a cropped white lace tank top.
When I reach the party with Riley, my blood is already pumped up with the excitement and thrill that follows listening to the loud music. Once we enter, Riley and I go our separate ways.
My muscles, always ready and amped up even to the faintest sound of music, urge me to start dancing already.
First, I need to get a drink.
My thoughts stray to Castle, and I wonder if he'll really come or not.
If not, I can always call my dad. Dad will come rushing even if I'm on the other side of the world. But I bet he does not want to see his daughter shit-drunk and probably with a few hickeys god knows where.
The time goes by quickly by drinking, playing freaky-risky games, dancing, flirting, and grinding, I don't even realize hours have passed.
Everyone's still here. I can party for another couple of hours.
I'm in the kitchen getting ice for my drinks. That's when someone walks up to me. It takes me seconds to get past the drunk blurriness to realize it's a guy from school.
