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Because no matter how the conversation goes with Thayne in five days, my future is lying in my lap right now, cum drunk and fucking gorgeous.
Chapter 43
Emery
Something is missing from this outfit.
I mean, the entire thing is super cute and makes me feel something between a sixties housewife and one of the chicks fromGrease. But it’s not… it’s not the right vibe. Especially after the schoolgirl outfit last week.
That outfit made Derek so, so mad, steam practically came out of his ears.
I need to level up this week.
Staring at my reflection in the bathroom mirror—the Hudson-approved one for my bedroom will be arriving this afternoon—I try to work out what I can change that’ll give me the reaction I want from Derek.
The pink knee-length A-line skirt, with thick vertical pleats from my waist, couldn’t be more perfect if it tried. My favorite thing about the skirt is the deep pockets. I have no idea why they make women’s clothing with no pockets, or even worse, fake pockets.
I’ve paired the skirt with a white button-up, but instead of doing all the buttons and tucking it into the skirt, like the saleswoman showed me, I’ve tied it into a knot just below my tits. A thin strip of skin shows between the waistband of the skirt and the bottom of the shirt—my hope is that when I have my back to Derek, he’ll see that my marks are all well and truly gone and be hit with the urge to give me new ones.
I’m also wearing my gifted necklace and bracelet, and my brand-new smartwatch. That was one of the purchases yesterday that came home with me in the car.
Just thinking about the car ride back to campus has satisfaction flowing through me. Especially when the cut on my tongue gave me a little extra zing down my spine from the way Hudson’s dick rubbed along it. We’d stayed in that parking lot for what felt like hours, cuddling and kissing like we were trying to absorb each other. By the time things calmed down, it was so dark that I could barely see Hudson’s face an inch from mine.
The one good thing about the darkness was the cover it provided to get back into my building. Getting all the bags to my dorm on my own was another mission altogether, but therewas absolutely no way that I was going to let Hudson get caught inside student housing.
I may want them above everything else, but I’m not entirely reckless. I don’t want them to lose their jobs.
It took two trips and one final kiss, but I got all my things into my room. Hudson didn’t say much to me in those last few minutes before my goodbye. He just stared, as if trying to memorize my face. I’m pretty sure he would have kept me there with him forever if I hadn’t yawned.
With my last few bags in hand, I walked to the building’s door and glanced back to see him standing in the opening made by the driver’s door, one hand on the roof as he continued to watch.
I blew him a kiss, then waved before scanning my security pass and dashing into the building. I felt like a thief sneaking into my dorm so quietly, but I managed to get all my bags into my room, with bonus points for not waking Oakley.
Though I still haven’t seen her this morning, I know she’s here because of the murmuring from the other side of her closed bedroom door.
Waking up to an empty bed this morning left me feeling a little off-kilter. I’d assumed that, after figuring out Xavier’s little secret, he would be with me every night and morning. Instead, I struggled out of bed and went out into the main living space, only to find a breakfast wrap, hot chocolate, and a red rose waiting for me.
It didn’t even occur to me to be careful when I picked up the rose. As soon as I reached for it, a thorn dug in and a bead of blood appeared on the tip of my finger. The realization that he’d bought a rose with thorns for this exact purpose hit me.
Not wanting to disappoint him, I returned to my room and grabbed my phone. It was a juggle to get the camera app open with my non-dominant hand, but once I did, I snapped a picture and sent it to him.
Remembering this, I scoop up my phone to see if there is a reply from him, but there isn’t. But I do have messages from my other daddies.
Darcy:Good morning, princess. I spoke with my agent, and she’ll be sending over a contract for you to have a look at as the model for my next collection. I’ll put together a list of lawyers that you can choose from to check the details for you.
Darcy:Drive Derek crazy today x
I giggle—fucking, giggle—at his last message and give it a thumbs-up. But also, a lawyer? Is that necessary?Won’t I just be lying in whatever position he puts me and zoning out for several hours while he draws or paints?
I guess I’ll have to wait and see what the contract says.
As I head back out to sit at the table and eat my breakfast, I open Hudson’s first message to find a picture of the delivery information from Saks Fifth Avenue, followed by instructions.
Hudson:Meet me in my office after our class?
I reply that I will, bubbles of excitement popping in my tummy. My plan is working. Like, actually working. If I’m being completely honest with myself, I didn’t think it would work, let alone this fast.
Xavier. Darcy. Hudson.
