Page 12 of Love Me Not

At first, she rubbed me the wrong way because I took everything she said a little bit too seriously.But after a while, I realized she was actually pretty sweet and looked out for us.Whenever her school had free food or any of those small gift bags they handed out, she'd bring us back some.

I remembered more than one time when she snuck us into her school for free food at some event.It was fun pretending to be in college, even though I never had a chance to go myself.

Even community college was too expensive for me, so experiencing that meant more to me than she probably realized.

With a smile, I took a large bite of the food.

“How’d thethinggo?”Harmony asked.“You know, thesex cl?—”

“Oh my God,” I interrupted with an eye roll.“Is this really what you want to talk about right now?”

Anything but that.But her gaze told me that she wasn't going to let it go that easily.That was the thing with Harmony.She loved to gossip, and if she smelled something juicy, she would not back off until you spilled everything.

“Yeah, Harmony, not the place.I’m eating.”Erin’s tone was sarcastic, though her gaze was locked on me and her expression was dead serious, telling me she was also waiting for me to give them all the dirty details.

I told my roommates a lot.Sometimes more than they told me.I couldn't help it—I liked them, and more often than not, if I felt comfortable around a person, I would share too much.They were the closest things I had to friends.

We watched movies, we painted our nails together, and had most of our meals together as well.So sometimes it really did feel like we were good friends or maybe even family.

But I hadn’t told them about the money.

That felt too… private.And if I was being honest, I hadn’t really come to terms with it either.I couldn't believe what I had done.And I felt maybe even a bit… ashamed.

Most of it felt like an unbelievable dream that I wasn't sure actually happened until I looked at my bank statement.

Flashes of that night kept coming back to haunt me.

Her tongue on my skin.The way her hands felt as they roamed over my body.The things she said.

She had made me feel so much more than anyone else ever had.

She was caring.Attentive.The perfect partner.

I was nervous the entire time.I felt bad because I didn't even reciprocate.I wanted to touch her and taste her so badly, but she took over from the start and barely let me up for air.

Yeah, we took a break every five orgasms or so, but after a while, those breaks blurred together.Even if they lasted five, ten, twenty minutes, it still felt like only a moment before we were back at it.

And then she just up and left me.

Not much aftercare besides a few soft words, and she was gone.She looked at me right before she left.Lingering at the door as if she wanted to say something.As if she was trying to decide something.

But in the end, she left, and I stayed there, decompressing on the bed, trying desperately not to fall asleep.I barely made it home, and as soon as I did, I crashed out on my bed.

We did everything we were meant to do there.She bid.She paid the money.I received it.We fucked.And that was it.

Still… I knew that if I had met her on a different occasion, I might try to start something more with her.

There was an instant connection between us that I’d never felt with anyone else in my life.I was never one for a one-night stand.I mean, I had a few over the years, but I preferred long-term relationships.

But this was different.I wanted to know more about her, but I stopped myself from asking.It was in the club rules that we had to stay anonymous.That was the whole purpose of it.I didn't want to know her, and she didn't want to know me.

She took her mask off for me, though.She broke the rules, and she didn’t even look like she cared.

Which led me to fantasizing about going back to the club just to find her.

I mean, she’d have to come back, right?You wouldn’t just spend a million dollars to fuck someone and never go there again, right?

“That good, huh?”

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