Jenalyn: From the Inside (#3) [Complete]

Chapter 79: Hayden

Saturday, 8:08 P.M EST 

I see Dan in a whole new light now that I know what he’s about. He’s a typical dude, looking to get his rocks off in any way possible. 

“How are we even supposed to do this?” I ask, growing impatient. I’m pressed up against a shelf in a crowded little closest he’d directed me to after we spoke earlier. He informed me that having sex with a celebrity was number two on his bucket list; So he’d help me if I helped him. “You don’t think the nurses will look for us? We’re supposed to be-“ 

Dan cuts me off, closing in on the space left between us. 

“You’re never around as is, and I’m in quiet time,” he whispers.

I don’t know why Jena doesn’t take over. If not for the sex, you’d think she’d at least come out to make sure Dan knows he’s not pulling one over on me.

“Okay, so what do you want to do then?” I ask in a rush. “How are we doing this?” 

He wastes no time before reaching both hands out to grope my chest. I can’t help but roll my eyes. These are the little boys that Dane is always talking about; The ones that irk him because of their “inability to fuck like a real man.” 

I’ve run into quite a few of these fuck boys. I’m realizing that Jena has the same intolerance for them as she makes herself present in my mind, only to complain.

I grab his hands without hesitation, redirecting them to my hips before pulling his face to my neck. 

“If you’re going to fuck a celebrity,” I whisper into his ear. “Can you act like you’re fucking a celebrity? I’m not just some floozy on your block.” 

Dan is shocked, so I’m forced to handle it myself. I grab his hands again and use them to slide my pants down. I can feel that he’s growing hard already. 

With the way he’s panting, he’s either too worked up just sprinted a mile. I should have asked if he’s done this…

Ugh. 

“Dan, I need you to get it together!” I snap. “I’m going to turn around. Think you could handle that?” 

He doesn’t like the tone I used, but I can’t help it anymore. I also don’t care. I turn myself around until my bare ass faces him, leaning down as far as the shelf allows before turning back to him. 

“Well?” I ask, waiting for him to do something. Fucking anything! He fumbles with his pants for a moment before he gets them down.

“I uh… I don’t have a c-condom…” he stutters as he places his hand on my hip. I roll my eyes once again, this time an audible sigh escaping my lips as the frustration reaches its peak. 

“I’m pregnant, genius!” I hiss. 

I hope his endurance is as short as my patience at this point. Even Jena and her monster just want this to be over; That’s saying something.