Page 106 of The Love of My Next Life
Asknicely.
I refuse.
“Go ahead,Astrea,” he taunts, pressing hard on my clit and making me gasp. “Beniceandpoliteand beg me.”
Astrea.
I’m always going to be a fucking joke to him. He’s always going to think he has the upper hand, butAstreais a goddess, and goddesses rule over mortals.
I clench my teeth and shove him away, then drop to my knees and take him into my mouth—sucking hard on the head of his dick before he palms the back of my head and shoves himself down my throat, making me gag. He pulls out of my mouth and tugs my hair hard to tilt my face up. He locks his angry eyes with mine, then pumps himself twice before coming all over my chest.
We’re both panting as he lets go of my head and steps back. I’m looking at him, he’s staring at my chest, my shirt covered in his cum. My thighs are soaked, my core throbbing and angry. We’re silent for a moment before Macon hits me with a glare. My stomach drops and my eyebrows scrunch.
“Looks like I fucked up your boyfriend’s shirt, Leonard,” he sneers. I shrink under the realization of what just happened. I thought I was in charge, but it turns out it was him all along. “Should probably trash it. Wouldn’t want to fuck Masters with my cum all over you.”
He steps back and tucks himself into his sweats. Then he nudges me with his foot, so I fall out of the way and he storms out of my room, slamming my door behind him.
What the fuck did I just allow?
Who the hell even am I?
Claire was right. Macon is bringing me down, but I’m not so sure he’s coming down with me. I stand up, strip off my shirt and drop it in the trash, then collapse into my bed. Within an hour, I’m awake and gasping from another nightmare.
This time, it’s not my mom’s lifeless face I see.
It’s mine.
TWENTY-FOUR
I lookat myself in the mirror above the sink as I wash my hands. The door opens behind me, and I lift my eyes up to see who it is.
“Hey,” Sam says, and she steps up to the sink next to me. She pulls out a tube of lip gloss. “Any changes?” she asks, then takes the applicator and swipes bright red gloss over her plump lips.
I watch her in the mirror and shake my head.
“Nope,” I say. I turn to face her and lean my hip on the sink. “Has he...?”
She shakes her head immediately.
“I’d tell you if he has, Len,” she says sincerely, turning to face me. “If he’s taking pills, he’s not getting them from me.”
I chew on my lip and stare at the floor. She nudges my shoe with her foot.
“If he’s sleeping around, I haven’t heard anything about it,” she adds quietly. “I think he’s just going to work, school, and home. Even Jules and Casper barely see him.”
I laugh, but it’s empty.
“You’d think I’d see more of him if he was spending that much time at home,” I say. Maybe he’s picking up more shifts at the rec center? Maybe he’s driving around and smoking weed on back roads? He’s not smoking on the roof, I know that.
“What about you and Claire?” she asks. “You still don’t seem very buddy-buddy.”
I frown and shrug. Claire’s tried to patch things up, but I can’t. I look at her and see Macon. I see that sketch of her from the wedding. I see Macon’s lifeless face and blue lips. I hear her hurled insults and accusations.
Next time do us all a favor and OD.
“I think our parents are about over trying to give us space to adjust.” I walk to the paper towel dispenser and pull out a few, then dry my already dry hands. “Christmas was stifled and awkward and full of fake smiles, but I can tell they’re getting frustrated.” I toss the paper towel in the garbage. “My dad has tried to ask a few times, but I just tell him I’m stressed about school.”
“Do you think they know...” she trails off with a raised eyebrow, and I shake my head.
