𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓
𝘘𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵. 𝘚𝘩𝘺. 𝘕𝘦𝘳𝘥. 𝘗𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘦.
That's what everyone calls me while turning up their noses at me. Even if it's true, I don't care. I have a plan. Keep my head down and graduate from Huxley High to get into my dream un...
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Millie
"B-Bailey S-Steele?" Jason McAllister stammers, the disbelief in his voice doesn't go unnoticed as he fixes his gaze over my shoulder.
Seconds later, I spin around, following his line of sight. My treacherous heart skips multiple beats the moment my gaze lands on Bailey, her arms folded across her chest. The look of fury on her face is unmistakable, her features sending shivers down my spine. Her clenched jaw is clenched, and her furrowed eyebrows, emphasise the anger brewing inside her, ready to erupt like a volcano.
If looks could kill, Jason would be a corpse by now.
"Oh, Bailey, I was just—" I start speaking, trying to ease the suffocating tension between us. However, Bailey's attention is solely on Jason, her gaze studying him attentively like a predator sizing up its prey.
"It's time to go." She cuts me off before I've a chance to finish voicing my thoughts, her authoritative tone leaving no room for argument.
"Wait, you came here with Bailey? I didn't know you were friends!" Jason exclaims, chuckling nervously as his blue eyes ping-pong between Bailey and me.
"That's none of your business." Bailey states, her voice low and menacing, sending a wave of shivers through my body. My mouth opens and closes, my mind racing to decipher the source of Bailey's sudden outburst.
Is she jealous?
The sight of Bailey jealous should be repulsing me, scaring me, but for some reason, it turns me on. My entire body aches for her touch, the indescribable desire to be filled by Bailey becoming too painful to ignore.
"Jeez, no need to be so mean! Anyway, can I have your phone number, Millie? So, I can call you this week?" Jason replies, taken aback by Bailey's hostility, his hands lifting in surrender as he turns his attention back to me.
"We should go, Millie." Bailey deadpans while taking a few deliberate steps toward me, closing the remaining distance between us.
"I'm s-sorry, I need to go." I manage to blurt, my chest rising and falling rapidly, as Bailey's delicate hand captures mine, her touch sparking an uncontrollable heat through my pussy. Then, before Jason can formulate a coherent sentence, Bailey begins to lead me away, her grip firm and possessive, as she pulls me along with her effortlessly.
"Here's your car miss, have a good night." The valet speaks after parking Bailey's Porsche in front of us, and handing her the keys with a polite bow of his head. She mutters a thank you under her breath, before opening the passenger door for me, her eyes focused on the ground. I suck in a deep breath, trying to gather my composure, as I slide inside the passenger seat.
"T-thanks..." I blurt out, my voice inaudible. Then, Bailey shuts the passenger door before rounding the car and getting into the driver's seat. My lips open and close, searching for the right words to break the suffocating silence, but I struggle to find them, my mind still processing what just happened. I quickly fasten my seatbelt on, gazing out the windshield, as Bailey sparks the car to life, and pushes her gear into first, driving us down the long driveway.
