Sacredly Scarred

Chapter 8 x

A/N: HOLD UP WAIT A MINUTE, YOU THOUGHT I WAS FINISHED? Nah bro this shit finna be a whole book. Enjoy Chapter 8. We got dual POV'S UP IN DIS BIH!!!

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Smut, Swearing, Attempted sexual assault, Drugging

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Yenai's POV

It's been a month since my last encounter with Erik. We managed to memorize each other's schedules so we don't have any random run-ins in the hallway or elevator. He usually goes to the gym Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays during the day which is when I'm at work thank goodness. Which meant I had the other days of the week to go out and do things. That only lasted about a week. Then he disappeared. His car was gone after the 7th day and it hasn't been back since. Good.

Me and Jon have been okay, I guess. He's just super clingy and not the kind of guy to understand "No strings attached". I mean he's decent in bed, nothing like Erik though-

Fucking stop doing that, Yenai! I mentally slap myself. Whenever it comes to sex, I can't help but think about him... like now. Jon was fucking me and I was laying there motionless. It was more bland than white people chicken. He was boring, he didn't excite me, he didn't even fucking moan, until he was about to-

"Fuck I'm about to cum!" He groaned thrusting into me one last time, cumming inside the condom. He rolled off of me trying to catch his breath. "Shit... that just keep getting better and better! Did you cum?"

"No," I rolled my eyes, sitting up to put on my pants.

"Oh... Do you want me to eat you out?" He offered, putting on his jeans.

"No, Jon. I don't," I sighed, now putting on my top.

"Right. Um, do you wanna possibly go out tonight? We can get dinner or see a movie or-"

"Jesus, Jon!" I groaned. "Do you know what 'Friends with Benefits' means? No strings attached. That's what we agreed. Why you gotta act brand new every time?"

"I can't help it Yenai! I mean, look at you! You're stunning, you're fun, you're a good person-"

"I am not a good person," I seethed. "At least not anymore..."

"Why are you letting this guy dictate your life? You're better than that..."

"Thanks Dr. Phil I'll keep that in mind," I rolled my eyes again.

"Let's just have dinner. As friends. We can talk, like we used to."

"Can't. I have plans tonight."

"With who? I'm kinda your only friend right now."

I glared at him. "With myself. I'm going to a bar in the Hills."

"Overpriced drinks with over privileged brats. Who could pass that up?" He snorted. I ignored him.

"Anyway, I have to get ready so..." I folded my arms.

"Okay, okay, I know when I'm not needed," he laughed walking to the front door. He turned around to lean in for a kiss but I turned my face and he kissed my cheek. "I'll text you later." I nodded and closed the door behind him.

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My uber pulled up to the club and I got out. I was wearing a gold halter top with a choker attached, a black leather skirt and black stilettos. I'm proud to say I designed my entire outfit myself. So like the bad bitch I am, I walked up in that bitch like I fucking owned it. I was tryna get a new boo thang for the night and was not planning on leaving empty handed. I sat at the bar.