Page 43 of The Plan

“I would let you watch, but you already said you won’t unless I’m yours, and I’m not so...” I nod my head toward the door while placing my hand on the counter, and he scoffs. “You can leave.” I can tell by his expression he knows I’m mimicking him from last night.

He fixes his pants and walks to the door but holds it open instead of just leaving. “You’re not coming unless I make you or watch, so let's go.”

I don’t miss a beat as I fire back, “Well, you could be making me come, but you'd rather be a dick about it." He doesn’t reply and has a smug smile on his face. If he wants to be a stubborn pain in the ass, then I'll be one too.

With the door still wide open, I start to slowly slide my hand down my breast to the top of my skirt, his eyes watching me the entire time.

"Stop, Vid." I don’t. I only go lower and start to slide my hand up my skirt. I let out a soft moan as I look him in the eyes, and he watches me for a few beats, but then his eyes dart to the door still wide open.

I moan a bit louder and watch as his jaw clenches, and he turns back to me. "Vidia,” he says warningly, but I don’t stop and lean my head back a bit, grinding against my own fingers. His eyes snap down between my legs and then back to the doorway.

“Just close the door and help me finish, Sire.” My voice comes out softly, but in a quick move, he’s grabbing my arm and yanking me off the sink. As soon as I can steady myself, four of his teammates show up in front of the bathroom.

I freeze for a second since I didn’t even hear them, then I play it off and turn to the sink to wash my hands, trying to play it cool.

“There you are. We thought you left.” They look between the two of us, then Brent taps the other two and says, “She’s who I was talking about.” Why was he talking about me?

“What was that?” Brent turns to me, surprised that I heard him over the music, but before he can answer me, his friend with a buzz cut speaks up for him.

“You’re the daughter of a famous coach. Sire screws you and—” he slurs, and Brent elbows him before he can finish.

What the hell is he talking about? He seems very drunk, but before I can question them, Sire pulls us out of the bathroom.

“I’m leaving now. I’ll see ya at practice tomorrow. Don’t be late.” He turns to Brent before adding, “And get that shit out of your head. I’m not doing it.” Without another word, he takes us downstairs.

As we reach the bottom of the steps, I see Hazel. I go to tell her I’m leaving, but Sire doesn’t let me stop. She looks down at our intertwined hands and gives me a thumbs-up while smirking.

As soon as we stepped on the front porch, a perfect breeze hit my face. “What was that guy talking about, the one with the buzz cut?”

He scratches the back of his neck and avoids my eyes. “He’s really drunk. I couldn’t even understand him.”

He walks down the steps, and I follow behind him. “It sounded like he meant I’m the daughter of a famous coach and that you’re screwing me.” I’m kicking his ass if he told those idiots that we slept together, not because he lied but because he won’t even let me come.

He turns around and looks a bit worried, “That’s not what he said. Forget it, Vid.” I feel my eyebrows crease, and then realization rushes through me.

He gives me a soft look. “Vid, I—”

“Please do not tell me I’m on that list.” He looks completely confused, so I elaborate. “That list that ranks girls, and if you sleep with girls higher on the list, the more points you get.”

I would hate to be on that shit, but with my mom's “celebrity” status, I can see why I’d be high on it. I can’t put my finger on it, but it almost looks like he’s relieved. “No, Vidia. You are not on any list as far as I’m aware, I promise. Plus, only the lacrosse team does that disgusting shit.”

True, that’s the exact reason no one likes those pigs. “Buzz doesn’t even know what he’s talking about, and he isn’t going to remember anything about tonight. He always gets shit-faced and says weird shit.”

“Do ya call him Buzz because he has a buzz cut?” Sire nods, and I shake my head. That’s not very creative, but now that I think about it, he was definitely yelling about penguins needing to learn how to fly at the last party.

I shake my head at what he said earlier. Whatever. We walk a few feet, and I notice Sire’s car is parked in front of the house when he opens the passenger door for me.

I give him a sly smirk as I slide in. “Are we going back to your place?”

“No. I’m taking you home, then I’m going back to my place—alone.” With that, he shuts the door and walks around to the driver's side.

Chapter Ten

Vidia

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Four years earlier

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