Page 184 of Broken by my Bully
Light wash jeans, ripped at both knees. White sneakers. An olive green t-shirt made from such lightweight fabric, it drapes every muscle on his just-athletic-enough frame in just the right way.
And here I am in my granny blouse, my flip-flops one flop away from flipping off.
But Bastian doesn’t seem to care. In fact, he hasn’t evenlookedat my clothes. He’s been looking into my eyes with the same frank stare he always has around me.
Like he knows exactly what’s on my fingers.
Like he can smell the shame rolling off me.
And he’s cataloging every nervous twitch…for later.
Probably the same way he looks at everyone. I really have to stop thinking I’m different. I’m not. And that’s exactly what I’m here to prove.
All this stuff he’s doing for me feels like way too much. But if I had his kind of money, I’d be generous with it too.
But my time? My attention? Not so much.
I keep forgetting he’s a teacher, though. His job is to care.
“Hope you emptied your savings, Miss Lee, because whatever the hell’s cooking over there smells fucking delicious. I’m ordering some nachos and at least six tacos.”
My laugh sounds forced, but he doesn’t seem to pick up on it. He turns to the taco stand on the other side of the parking lot, beckoning me to follow when I hang back.
“Um…actually…about that…”
He stops walking, frowning at me. “What’s wrong?”
Yes.
I’m fucking broke as fuck.
Which isn’t new for me, but puts me in a sticky—fuck you, Kai—position.
I reluctantly mumble, “I kinda lost all my money.”
Hadn’t meant to say, ‘all’. Hadn’t meant to sound so defeated. But it wasn’t enough for Kai to jizz all overmelast night, he had to do it in my car too?
Bastian’s car.
Like he was marking his territory or something?
…did he fuck you?…
So I’m reeling. Furious. And trying so desperately hard not to show it, all that comes through is the desperation.
“Did it fall out of your purse?” Bastian’s frown is deeper now, his mouth in a line.
Aw, that’s adorable. Him pretending I have a purse when he knows exactly how poor I am.
This is just another game, isn’t it? Everything’s a fucking game with him.
“Must have, yeah. Look, I’m really sorry. If you want to leave?—“
His laugh cuts me off.
“You’re in luck, Miss Lee. I just upped the limit on my credit card, so I’ll pay for all three nachos, seventeen tacos…and whatever you’re having,” he says.
But what I hear is, “I have unlimited money and you have Kai’s cum on your fingers. Who’s winning?”
