"Don't..." he rubbed my clit slowly, and I gasped, closing my eyes shut. "You ever think of talking about that damn blondie in front of me again," he dipped a finger into me slowly, and I squeezed my toes in my shoes. "Or think of seeing or getting...
"How dare you leave the room after making me so hard? And I must say, those thighs of yours are just as soft and mouth-watering as I had imagined. Darlin, remember this well, next time we find ourselves in that little dance of yours, I'm the one calling the shots." -Unknown.
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I lay on my bed, my rear end lifted upward, clutching my pillow beneath my left arm. In my right hand, I held my phone, repeatedly scrutinizing the message I had received from him earlier this morning.
As early as 5 am, it felt like he intended for me to wake up to this message. I clenched my hair, a habit I'd been repeating since I woke up, and released a vexed groan. Shifting slightly caused a wince of pain. My buttocks still ached from the fall I had last night. Not only did it leave me feeling embarrassed, but it also marred the entire night as people speculated about what had caused me to tumble from a pole.
I can't believe he finds my thigh so enticing. Is it a delicacy or something? I grew irritated at the idea of him being infatuated with my thigh, and I raised an eyebrow while scanning through the texts again.
'Darlin'? Who the heck is his 'Darlin'? Gerard must be out of his mind. I tightened my grip on my hair, causing me to grimace in slight pain. It hurt, but I refused to release my hold on it. Everything seemed like a massive mistake.
The temptation of the money, giving him a lap dance, and it left me feeling incredibly tense. The fact that he had uncovered my hidden line of work made everything feel chaotic, and I was consumed by guilt. No, I felt foolish, like an inexperienced dancer or agent. I had this sense of exposure, as if I were a person caught in an awkward situation by a classmate.
"This is such a messed up situation, Zera. Why did it have to be him, of all people?" I groaned, and a small whimper escaped my lips. I sat up and crossed my legs tightly.
I attempted to compose a response, but the words wouldn't come. How did he even get my number? Did he deliberately spend that significant sum of money for this? Has Gerard been stalking me?
The mere thought sent shivers down my spine because I knew I was in serious trouble if he had been keeping tabs on me. Gerard is known for his knack for deception and teasing others.
He's certainly someone who could exploit my secret. My hidden life had been exposed to one of the most famous and ruthless guys in our school.
I'm in deep trouble.
"We can't go to school today, Zera. We just can't," I lay back in bed, shaking my head vigorously at the thought of encountering him at school.
Suddenly, I wished I could erase the events from last night in that private room from his memory.
A single utterance from his lips regarding my job could circulate throughout the school like a wildfire. I attempted to shed tears, but my eyes remained parched.
