Chapter 3
Chapter Three
Lily
I spend a restless night dreaming of Sebastian’s mouth and fingers and cock and wonder how I’ll continue the ruse of having a job when I’m really a student.
I let myself fantasize about actually having a boyfriend—one who likes brunch and sex and me, exactly as I am—before I crawl out of the cheap motel bed at dawn and drag myself into the shower.
I slept with the scent of his come between my legs, and I can smell it now as the steam swirls around me.
I’m still a virgin by some bizarre technicality, but last night changed me. Sebastian gave me my first real sexual experience, and it was amazing.
Also, deeply dirty. Wrong. Delightfully wrong. And more than a little depraved.
The way he buried his face between my legs. An absolute stranger. The way he ate me out like a man on a mission, hungry and starved for the taste of a woman.
I shiver and cup my breasts, my nipples hard against my palms.
Next Sunday, I want his mouth on my chest. I want to sit in his lap, and when I tell him he should fuck me, he’ll tell me he wants to take his time as he gobbles up a mouthful of my virgin tits.
I lose myself in the fantasy, spending more time than I should in the shower, so when I get out, I’m running late.
I let my hair air dry because it doesn’t matter what I look like and pull on my most ordinary clothes.
Time to blend into the background for three months.
It will kill my soul, but on the other side of this, I’ll be free to do whatever I want with my trust fund.
As I pack, I reluctantly tuck the mini skirt and tank top I wore yesterday to the very bottom of my bag. When I get to Edgewood, they’ll have a full uniform for me to wear, but it won’t do to show up looking like the horny slut I realized last night that I truly am.
That’s my secret.
Sebastian’s and mine, I suppose. I’m not sure how I’ll get away on Sunday, but I’ll find an excuse. I can’t wait to see him.
Before I call for a rideshare, I take out my phone and text Sebastian.
Heading out of cell range soon. I’ll text you Saturday when I’m done with work for the week.
He replies immediately.
I start a new project at work today, so I’ll be busy too. But I’m looking forward to the weekend.
Would it be wrong to tell him I miss him already? Maybe not wrong, but definitely desperate. Before I can give in to that instinct, I organize a ride and put my phone on airplane mode.
Edgewood Academy is on the edge of the city, surrounded by forest. The campus is set back from the road, down a long, winding lane, and it looks like literally every other private school I’ve had the misfortune of attending.
The driver pulls up in front of the main building.
“Do you work here?” he asks, giving me an appraising look in the mirror.
I shake my head. “I’m a student.”
“Oh.” His cheeks turn dark red. “Sorry, I didn’t realize you weren’t….”
“I’m eighteen,” I tell him. “Almost nineteen. A full year older than the oldest students here.”
“Let me know if you ever want to talk about it sometime,” he replies, laughing.
I frown.
He stops laughing. “Sorry.”
“It’s fine. But no thanks.” I take a deep breath. “I have a boyfriend.”
It’s sort of true. True in my heart.
I have a date, anyway. Brunch and fucking to look forward to. And I only want that with Sebastian.
I climb out of the car and hitch my backpack onto my shoulder. The forest is close enough I can inhale the lush, late summer scent of it. Pine and grass, and I imagine wildflowers, too. Maybe I’ll be able to explore in there and hide from the school.
As I approach the front door, it swings open, and a girl younger than me and in a school uniform steps out. “Delilah Murphy?”
I nod. “That’s me.”
“I’m one of the office helpers today. I was told to bring you to the headmaster’s office. I’m Stacey, by the way.”
“Nice to meet you.” I give her a polite smile. I’m not here to make friends; I’m here to finish my three credits, get straight As, and leave at Christmas. “Are you a senior?”
She nods. “I’m guessing you are, too?”
For the second time around, yeah. “Mmm.”
“Do you know what classes you’ll be taking yet? I have a full course load this term. I’m taking Latin, Calculus, Creative Writing, and the two-credit Independent Thesis.”
A two-credit what? I like the sound of that. “Is that open to anyone?”
“You need to get permission from the headmaster.”
“Any tips for winning him over? I only need three credits to graduate. I’d love to do a thesis and take one other course—creative writing sounds good—and be done.”
“Mr. Craig is also the creative writing senior seminar instructor, actually. You don’t have to win him over.
Just tell him what you need, and he’ll make it happen.
” She stops in front of the office door.
It’s a large, heavy oak slab surrounded by opaque glass sidelights and a soaring transom above it.
The whole main hallway is like this—big, old, and impressive.
It reminds me of my grandfather’s company’s headquarters.
The office my father has poisoned, made dangerous.
I hate it.
I’m definitely going to hate the headmaster on the other side of the door, no matter how much this bubbly sunshine girl seems to like him. I take a deep breath and thank Stacey for delivering me to the devil. Then I turn the handle and step inside.