Page 15 of The Boy I Loved
Don’t contact me again.
I’d never felt so used and discarded before. It was a disgusting feeling, one that made me hate myself and regret everything that had just happened. Maybe I should be feeling like this. He’d been nothing but cold and unwelcoming since returning home, and then I offered myself to him on a golden platter, like some kind of desperate bitch in heat. There was a part of me still clinging to him, to what we used to have. But one thing had been made abundantly clear. None of it mattered anymore. Those were fun times. A time when we let ourselves finally explore that attraction between the two of us, but that was then. Things were much different now.
I didn’t know what was going through his head, or what made him turn against me like he had. Maybe he just realized he could do better. Maybe he was just desperate, and was already touching himself when I texted, so he decided to take advantage of it. The possibilities were endless.
Now, I’d have to face him at school. Dread coursed through my veins at the thought. I wasn’t sure I could face him again after this. It was humiliating. He’d probably laugh with his buddies about it, tell them how desperate I’d been. Used to, I’d say there was no way in hell he’d do something like that. Now, I wasn’t so sure.
Maybe I just needed to take the hint and leave him the hell alone. I couldn’t make him want me.
CHAPTER FOUR
DOMINIC
Frustration tore through me,my hand clutching my phone in a vice-like grip. I shouldn’t have done that. Shouldn’t have been so selfish and weak. Any slip-up could put her at risk and I … I’dneverbe able to forgive myself if something happened to her. My fingers flew across the screen, twitching with the knowledge that I was going to have to block her. But my gaze caught on some of the photos she sent. In one, her breasts were out. They were larger than they were the last time I’d seen her. There was a nice curve to them and a lift, making them look perky and full. Her olive skin tone was completely smooth and void of marks, marks that I wanted to imprint into her skin until all she could see was me.
The next photo was of her pussy. Her legs were spread wide, two fingers pushing it open for me. Her hole was still tiny, still inexperienced. Fuck. I wanted to break her in. My cock twitched, stirring to life like I was a measly virgin. Which was laughable since I struggled getting it hard at all most days. But with one look at her, she got me there without even trying.
Sighing, I saved the photos to a private folder and deleted our messages. I made sure to check the deleted messages too, andcleared them from there, leaving no trace of our conversation. After that, I blocked her number and deleted her contact from my device.
Reaching over to my bedside table, I grabbed a tissue and started cleaning myself up, feeling all kinds of fucked up from what just occurred. I treated her like a fucking slut and then told her not to speak to me again. It wasn’t my finest moment, but hopefully it kept her away from me.
The real question was … could I stay away from her?
The buildings were cloakedin darkness as we drove by at an extremely slow speed. Nicholas was driving with me in the passenger seat and Mason was behind me with Vincent beside him. A surge of excitement was in the air, anticipation crackling within the car. They got off on this shit, and as much as I hated to admit it, sometimes I did too.
“Take a right here,” I told Nicky, glancing down at the GPS. We were on the route to pick up Stacy from her house. Apparently, Mason wasn’t enough, and she still wanted me. Not that it surprised me. She’d never pass up on that opportunity.
“Ugh,” Vincent groaned from the backseat. “Can we hurry this shit up? I want a cheeseburger.”
I snorted in amusement, shaking my head. “You just ate.”
Nicholas turned right like instructed, leading us down a darkened road with towering homes lining either side. The yards appeared to be well-kept, but I wouldn’t expect anything less. My family didn’t hurt for money, but we also weren’t this extravagant.
“That was two hours ago,” Vince grumbled.
“Can you stop thinking about food for one second, asshat?” Nicholas shot back, clenching his jaw in annoyance.
My gaze was pinned to the phone, our destination flashing up ahead on the screen. “Here.” I motioned toward a large house on the left, bright electric lanterns surrounding the home. It also helped that the porch lights were on. We knew there would be cameras in a place like this, so we weren’t stupid enough to take one of our personal vehicles. This one belonged to Clay. We’d swap out the plate the first chance we got, and maybe even give it a paint job if the need called for it. Perks of working at a mechanic shop when we were in town. After I graduated, I’d be at the whore house full time. That’s what we called it, but it was more than that. Clay was trying to get me to ditch senior year and join him there full time now, and I was considering it. Luckily, this was a choice he was allowing me to make on my own.
“I’ll go,” Mason offered, jerking open the car door once we came to a stop. He stuffed his hands into his pockets, making his way up the clean driveway and toward the front door. He was the best man for this specific job, especially if her parents happened to be home. He was good with parents.
I settled back in my seat, spreading my legs as far as the SUV would allow. Tonight was the best time to do this. As far as my mom knew, I was tucked away in bed, which gave me a solid alibi. Clay was staying in town to keep an eye on things at the mechanic shop—or so he said. Really, I think he wanted to keep an eye onme.
My gaze flickered toward the door; Mason’s back turned toward us. But Stacy had stepped out onto the porch, dressed in a skimpy pink dress that barely covered her non-existent ass. Her hair was curled around her shoulders, but they were too far away for me to make out much else. Mason was talking to her, luring her into a false sense of security. I could see it in the way the tension uncoiled around her shoulders, and in the way her posture relaxed. He was probably complimenting her, cracking a joke, flashing his bright white teeth at her in a charming smile. He was an expert at all this shit, which worked out well for us, because the rest of us sucked atit. We weren’t charmers. We were rough, direct, and cold. Well, except for Nicholas, who rarely ever said anything to the women. He just existed and did what he was told to do. It was one of the main reasons he stuck to driving.
“And here we go.” Vincent reached over, patting the back of my headrest in excitement, unable to keep still. It didn’t matter how many times we did this, it was still just as nerve wracking as the first time had been.
“Cool it, Patterson,” Nicholas warned.
Mason led Stacy toward us, his movements slow and casual like this was any other night. Deep down, I knew he was the most excited out of all of us. He enjoyed the hunt, the false bravado. He enjoyed the mind games, and he enjoyed breaking in fresh pussy. He opened the back door, helping her into the middle seat like the gentleman he was. I wanted to scoff at his little display, but refrained, because it worked. She settled into the seat beside Vince, Mason climbing in next to her, and then he sealed her fate by closing the door.
Nicholas put the car in reverse, whipping out onto the street again. None of us bothered to say anything. This wasn’t a big event. We didn’t have to pretend anymore. When she inevitably started panicking, Vincent had a syringe in his pocket—something to knock her right the fuck out.
Stacy shifted uncomfortably between Vincent and Mason, clearly not liking the silence. She’d learn to be relieved by it, though. Eventually. “So…” she began hesitantly. “What are you planning to do after high school?”
I glanced over my shoulder, my eyes skating down her thin figure. Mason had a hand on her bare thigh, an attempt to keep her comfortable for as long as possible. She’d freak out—in due time. They always did.
“Traveling.” Mason grinned, that sadistic glint in his eye.
