Chapter 6
Lauralyn
He tips my chin then drops his hand and walks past me, right out the door.
I slump forward, bracing myself on the arms of the leather chair, trying to catch my breath.
I just got off on Holt O’Rork, the boy I hated most in school.
My body is still feeling the pulses. Along with the embarrassment of his friend coming in.
He saw me shaking on Holt’s lap, my body being wrecked by the pleasure.
I don’t even know how long the guy was standing there.
He acted like he had been trying to get Holt’s attention for a while.
If I thought my life was fucked up before, I just rose to a whole new level of fucked-upness. And now, I don’t even know if I got the job or not.
I take a deep breath, then go and grab my bag.
All I can do is wait until Lola lets me know one way or another.
In the meantime, I have to find a way to forget the fact that I just made a complete fool of myself in front of my enemy.
I gave him exactly what he wanted. Now, I need to figure out a way to patch my pride back together and carry on.
Lola was right. Money comes and goes, but memories last a lifetime.
I still remember every cruel thing Holt said about me.
I still remember the hatred in his eyes every time I passed him in the hall.
The boos on prom night that came from him and his friends as I was announced prom queen.
And now… I’ll always remember that smug look in his eyes as he exited the room.
I step out into the casino and the noise and lights are almost too much for my frayed emotions.
I weave through the crowd, trying to get to the door.
But as I steer to the left to dodge a guy, I see Holt and Portia over at the bar.
Her fingers are trailing down his chest, and he’s got a flirtatious look in his eyes, as his fingers run through her long dark hair.
A twist of jealousy tightens in my stomach, and I pick up my pace, charging for the exit. This place… him… it’s all too much. And it’s obvious I didn’t get the job. All I got was burned by his revenge.
Now, I don’t know what I’m going to do. I don’t even want to look at my phone to see how many missed calls I have from collection agencies. First, I have to figure out how to breathe and then I can deal with the mess that is my life.