Veronica's Vendetta

IX - goodnight, Veronica

Lorenzo.

Suffocated. That is how I feel underneath the girl bouncing up and down on me. It's like I am trapped, I am not enjoying it, it doesn't feel right, it doesn't feel like her.

I honestly cannot remember the girl's name, but I do remember she is the only one who caught my eye at the party tonight. She is a junior too, I think, or maybe a senior, I can't tell. I needed a release, and it was either getting black out drunk, illegal street car racing, or sex. I opted for the safest option, but I can confidently say I'm regretting it.

I grunt as she shudders and slides off me, reaching her peak. I'm grateful that she has stopped moaning and whimpering in my ear. At least she is a quiet one, thank fuck.

"Did you finish?" She asks me. She is laying on her back, sweat dripping from her forehead to her ribcage, despite the air conditioning blasting.

The girl is very beautiful, not as beautiful as her though. Her body is amazing as well, full perky breasts, narrow waistline and a tight ass that I would gladly tear up on any other normal day.

"Yeah" I lie, discreetly pulling off the condom and dropping it in the bin close to the bed, to hide the fact that not a single drop of myself was released. It was a miracle she managed to get me hard, my sex life has been nothing but disappointing lately.

She sighs in content and rolls off the bed, picking up her discarded clothing from the floor and heading into my bathroom, probably to take a shower.

Coming out fully dressed a few minutes later, she saunters up to where I am still leaning against the headboard of the bed, and gives me a peck on the cheek. She knows better than to go for my mouth, none of the girls I mess around with are allowed to do that. My lips are reserved for someone else, and they understand that.

"See you around, Moretti" She says and walks out of my room.

I hear the echo of her footsteps fill the quiet seventeen bedroom mansion as she leaves the house. I am happy she didn't try to stay the night, but a frown appears on my face when I realize it is around 1:00am in the morning. I shrug and simply hope she'd be safe, if I had offered to drive her back to campus, her mind would start to go deeper, and I couldn't handle commitment right now. Cazzo, I need a drink, or maybe the whole bottle.

I reach the downstairs bar in seconds, motivated to finally get a drop of brandy in my mouth. I feel satisfied as the liquid burns down my throat, that's better.

"You okay?" Comes a feminine voice from behind me and I close my eyes and hold my breath, trying to stop myself from groaning or cursing. I had hoped everyone would be asleep by now, seeing as I am the only one who attended the party tonight, which was a waste of time.

"Lorenzo?" The voice continues. Sighing, I turn around to tell the girl to fuck off, it sounds like Allison, and I don't have the energy for her games tonight.

But of course, it isn't Allison, it is Veronica Reed, Caleb's girlfriend, or so they say. She stares at me wide eyed, probably confused as to why I am chugging down a bottle of Hennessy in the middle of the night.

"What are you doing up?" I ask her, deflecting her question and desperate act to read me. I should have asked what she was doing here instead, doesn't she live on campus? Or has she moved into Caleb's bedroom overnight?

"I was thirsty" She answers, causing me to lift my eyebrows up.

Thirsty? Caleb's room is upstairs, where there is another kitchen and bar and let's not even mention the mini fridge everyone has in their rooms. If she was thirsty, she wouldn't need to come all the way downstairs, where my room is situated. She must have heard someone coming to the bar, which would mean she wasn't sleeping.

Hold up, is she trying to seduce me? Because as hot as she is, I doubt I could get it up for her either. Besides I would never screw a girl my friends were screwing, that's just disgusting. I want everything my bros want, except for the girls they're fucking, no offense.

"Hmm" I simply murmur in reply, I don't have time for this. I move around her and head towards my room, the bottle tucked safely in my arms, I didn't bother with a glass, I wouldn't need it tonight.

"Are you okay?" She presses again, causing me to turn around and stare at her.

Why the fuck is she here? And what the hell is Caleb playing at? He doesn't love the girl, he doesn't even have chemistry with her. Everyone knows he is buying time, but why her? We are alike in this situation, me and him. We are both in love with someone who wouldn't love us back.

"I'm okay" I state, biting my smile, holding eye contact with her, and taking another gulp from the bottle, savoring the taste.

"You don't look okay" She points out, folding her arms across her chest.

My gaze strays, I finally notice what she is wearing, and yeah, she is definitely trying to seduce me, or at least anyone else who would give her the attention. She is clad in a very transparent white negligee, and I can tell she wasn't wearing anything underneath, I could see everything, everything. Or maybe this is just what she was comfortable sleeping in, I could honestly care less.

"Am I supposed to look a certain way? I'm okay Veronica, promise" I say, making a cross sign above my heart and failing to hide the amusement in my voice. This was fucking rich.

She steps closer to me, until I can feel her body pressing against me, she feels soft, and she smells like roses.

"Is it about the Chicago thing? You can talk to me, Lorenzo" She whispers, as if she is scared someone might hear us. This time, I can't hide my smile. You can talk to me, really? She's been here, barely two weeks.

"We both know I can't, bellissima" I whisper back to her. My God, she is trying hard. Acting all caring? Worst way to get my attention, she needs to do better. I turn around and continue my walk.

"Goodnight, Veronica" I call out, right before I enter my room and shut the door behind me. I turn off the lights, leaving only the one in the bathroom on, with the door open.

Cradling the bottle in my arms, I slip into my silk sheets, It is going to be a long night. And worst of all? I still feel suffocated.