Seeing as I had made a huge spectacle over not caring that Nash was with Julia, and also that I was going to be going out for Halloween, I actually had to go. The internal cringe of having to actually make it seem like I was moving on past him was something I hadn’t wanted to do. Not because him being with someone else bothered me but because I didn’t actually want to go out with Becca.But there was no backing out now. Taking an Uber with Becca a few days after the incident with Nash and Julia, I found myself roaming around the center of town. My nerves were on edge due to the possibility that Trevor was still around. My eyes constantly found the face of every man who passed on the street corner as if he was everywhere. Call it paranoia if you want, but after everything he had put me through, one could never be too careful.Would it stop? Would my heart stop racing all over again when I turned the corner and saw his face looming over mine? To be trapped in his grip again felt l
Two weeks passed, and the night of the event came quicker than I had expected. I rarely saw Nash around campus and every time I saw Brady, there was always a smile on his face when he saw me. And a watchful eye. True to his word, he had sent the invitations to my room the day after we spoke. The black and red embossed invitation with gold ribbon sat open on my desk, my eyes taking in every inch of it as I tried to prepare myself to live with what was going to be an interesting night.Standing before my full-length mirror, I stared deep at my reflection. The outfit Brady had chosen for me clung tight to my body. The red and black corset pushed my breasts into firm mounds, the bottom lined with a short tulle skirt decorated in sequins and glitter. A black garter strapped tight to my thigh pairs with a small bow, and under that, were fishnets that stopped mid-thigh, attached at the top by black clasps. I matched the invitation and though I tried not to think anything of it, I wondered i
NessaTerrified was an understatement when it came to the way I felt. Once again, opening my mouth had got me in trouble and just not the typical kind. Instead, it landed me at an exclusive event with what looked like the most elusive of high society for a night of drinking, dancing, and God knows what else. Though my best friend looked more than comfortable with being around these people. I wasn’t. I watched as her body swayed to the beat of the music against the dance floor as the alcohol she drank ran rampant through her veins.She had always been the life of the party since I had known her, and seeing how happy she was brought a smile to my face. I wished more than anything that I could be like that, but I’d never been able to. The idea of being free and losing control while I enjoyed myself actually terrified me.Lifting the champagne flute to my lips, I sipped the rose-colored bubbles, thinking over the past year and how lucky I had been to be surrounded by the few frie
NessaMy back was quickly pressed against the nearest wall, the dark hallway in which Brady had brought me into showed no signs of any other people nearby. The vacantness allowed him to do whatever he wanted to me without worry of someone catching us.He wasted no time as his lips crashed upon mine, his tongue sweeping against my own and fighting for dominance. A soft moan escaped me as his hands rested upon my hips, his fingers trailing across the bare skin of my waist that shone beneath my corset.I hadn't expected my evening to go like this. His knee pressed between my thighs, his weight holding me up as he continued to ravage my mouth. I was glad that it was. Granted, he wasn't Nash, but he was just as sexy, just as intimidating, and just what I needed after the last few weeks I had.“God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes boring into mine as his hand slid up the side of my face and his fingers wrapped through trundles of my hair. “I could fucking eat you up.”M
NessaTwo days had passed since the night at the event with Nash and Brady. I had been intoxicated and allowed myself to indulge in certain things with Brady that I wouldn't normally have done, and I didn't regret any of that. But what I did regret was allowing Nash to see how upset he had made me for allowing him to come in between what I wanted and what he thought I should have.It didn't make sense to me why he acted the way he did. One minute he wanted me, and the next I was tossed aside like yesterday's news.Hopefully, I’d be able to enjoy the rest of my weekend without having to deal with his or anyone else's bullshit. Today was Sunday, and I wouldn't have much to worry about. I didn't plan on seeing him, or Brady, or anybody else for that matter. I had a paper that I needed to research and being in the library seemed to calm my nerves.Which anyone else would say was weird. But that was me, the fucking weird girl.Resting my elbow upon the table, my head hanging
I didn’t know what to expect when it came to packing with Noah and Becca, but it sure as hell was more eventful than I could have imagined. Our laughter swirled around the room as we ate what was now cold pizza and listened to the radio. On more than one occasion, Noah held up slinky thongs as well as other unmentionables that he shouldn't been touching, asking what they were with a smirk on his face.It was completely embarrassing, and more so Becca was getting incredibly pissed with him, telling him to stop touching things he knows that he shouldn't be touching. I couldn't help but agree with her.He was too excited about everything, and though I was grateful for his help because it was his car that was going to be helping me get things to the new place, I couldn't help but also wonder how the fuck I was getting to school every day.Because I didn’t drive.It wasn't that I didn't want to drive. I had absolutely no problem with it. The thing was, I just didn't have a car. I'd
Stepping out of the car, the three of us collected all the boxes and bags that held the little bit of shit I actually did have to my name. Noah, having made his way into the lobby, collected a sleek silver rolling cart because even though I didn’t have that much shit, I didn’t feel like making multiple trips. The sun was setting behind the towering building, casting long shadows on the sidewalk and reflecting orange and pink hues off its shining exterior. Call me lazy, but if given the choice…anyone would prefer my route.The building itself was a sight to behold, reminiscent of something straight out of New York Magazine. Its modern design stood in sharp contrast to the quiet area it resided in and towered over the sidewalks below, its grandeur almost intimidating. My hand instinctively came up to shield my eyes from the warm golden light as we approached.With a deep breath, I prepared myself for this new chapter in my life as we crossed through the glass double doors into the ma
Two weeks. It had been almost two fucking weeks, and I had yet to see my roommate. Hell, I wasn’t necessarily complaining per se and I was well aware that Miss Lawson said they were always gone and rarely home but something about this just seemed off. Even the mailbox key that I was left to check the mail had me questioning myself because in the two weeks I had been here no mail had arrived for this person.“I don’t know, Sasha,” I groaned into my cell phone, adjusting the way that it sat on my shoulder as I attempted to finish the dishes. “I love it here, don’t get me wrong. But I just don’t see how they rent their other room out but then don’t even want to meet the person…”She laughed at me through the phone. “Oh my god. Calm down, woman.”I had spent the last thirty minutes talking to my best friend Sasha about everything and anything. In fact, I had almost forgotten why I even called her in the first place.With Thanksgiving coming up quickly and the end of the semester in