Melanie's innocence is both a curse and a blessing. Sheltered all her life in a Christian boarding school, she knows nothing of the world's temptations, especially when it comes to love and desire. Her grandmother made it her life mission to keep Me...
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I placed my ear over my door to listen, and make sure that my grandmother was dead asleep before I climbed on my cranky bed and pulled the covers up to my waist.
I slip my phone out from under the pillow and unlock it with my Face ID. It felt weird to have a phone that works this fast, with this many apps and so much more. I go to that searching app—Google— and search up the word that Liyah told me earlier on today.
I've using this app a lot recently, and it's not for good purposes.
It gives me an option to turn off safe mode, so i do that, and then it shows the results.
My grandmother had no idea about this WiFi, she only knew about the phone and iPad, and I convinced her that the university gave them out for free to anyone who was in need.
I click on the orange and black website, my cheeks warming with colour and my eyes widening.
Woah.
I don't feel my fingers moving but the next thing I see is the video with the woman bent over a table top, with a man behind her. This is the exact position I found Mr. Rivera and that blonde in. The camera shows angles that I wasn't able to see that day and lips part in shock.
The feeling returned in between my legs again, I felt hot and bothered. I was throbbing and in heat.
I smashed my thighs together and ignored that feeling and continued watching. I lick my lips that felt dry and my skin was warming so I kicked the hot blanket off my body.
One video turned to two and two turned to ten, ten turned to twenty and before I knew it, it was 2h00 AM. I shut my phone and fall into a deep slumber.
. . .
University has been great, Mr. Rivera is such a great tutor, and I got invited to my very first birthday party by one of the girls in my maths class. Her name is Coral, but me and Liyah call her Cora.
"Come on look at this one," Liyah said, pointing to another super revealing dress. I glare at her and she drops it. We're shopping for clothes for the birthday party, I won't tell my grandmother because she won't allow me to go, so I'll just sneak out when she's asleep. "You can't dress up like you're going to a funeral, give the boys something to drool over." She said.
My mind slips back to Liam, the boy who Liyah called a douche the other day.
He's been around me a lot, and I think I'm starting to like him.
He's pretty funny when he's not being inappropriate, says the one who watches straight porn for three hours straight every night.
