Dangerous Woman

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It was almost as if I could still feel Harry's hands all over my body. His hot breath on my neck and his impeccably large dick inside of me. I could barley think straight after that, let alone sit in a class and pretend I was learning something.

"Valancia, what do you want for dinner?" Vanessa, our 'housewife' as my mother likes to say, asked politely. Breaking me from my never ending stream of thought.

"Whatever you're having will be fine." Vanessa looked at me with the most confused expression I'd ever seen on her face.

"Are you feeling alright? Aren't you worried about the carbs or anything.?"

I rested my chin on my palm, sighing loudly as I looked over my shoulder at her. Vanessa could obviously sense something was off about me, so she pulled out a seat at the kitchen island and sat down.

"I'm going crazy Vanessa." I dramatically sighed again and folded my arms on the bench top so I could lay my head between them. Vanessa laughed at me and patted my back in a calming way, hoping to defuse the bomb that is my attitude.

"Boy problems?" She jokingly asked with a giggle, but stopped immediately after I nodded my head yes. "You really must be sick. Never in my fifteen years of working for this family have I ever seen you have 'boy problems'." She concluded which made me groan out loud.

"I know, and that's why it annoys me!" I half shouted and slammed my hands against the marble bench top.

Harry was beginning to become a serious issue that I didn't like dealing with. He made me try so hard, and yeah I didn't care that it was so blatantly obvious, but I did care that I had to put in so much effort.

"He's just so hard to deal with. He's played the whole 'hard to get' thing way too far I mean, we've already had sex so why won't he just give in already. I just don't get it, boys usually fall at my feet. I don't like not having that power." Vanessa was like my walking diary. I told her absolutely everything because I trusted her with my life, and my mother didn't wan't to hear it so I figured why not.

"Not all men like having that much female attention. And maybe he doesn't like that other boys are always 'at your feet'. Maybe he doesn't want to be involved with someone who's involved with other people." Her explanation made me slightly angry because it was probably right.

"But he makes me feel like no other guy has made me feel. Ever. And I hate that he's so nonchalant towards me." Vanessa nodded in understanding and stood up to go and make me whatever it is that she was eating for dinner.

"Maybe you should be a little more timid... Not talk to as many people and definitely don't go around kissing random kids." Well, she did have a fair point.

"I'll try my best, but you know me Vanessa." We both laughed at my expense before going about our own business.

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"Try to at least learn something today, and try not to let this boy get to you."

I climbed out of the black 2016 Mercedes SUV and made my way through the school doors with Vanessa's words running loops through my mind. I didn't like feeling like a crazy person so I figured listening to her wouldn't hurt.

My first class of the day was English, which I wasn't the biggest fan of. But Harry was in that class with me so I could probably have a little fun.

The bell rang soon after I entered the class, other students filing in slowly one by one. I sat in silence for the next ten minutes as we all waited for our teacher to walk through the door, but it never happened.

It was twenty minutes into the 'lesson' when Harry announced that this was bullshit and that we should all just go home. So we did... Well, most of us did.