Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
Wyatt snuck in that night. After he came through the window and closed it up, he threw me over his shoulder and carried me to the bed.
I had to fight not to scream at suddenly being lifted.
The moment he set me down on my feet next to the bed, he bent me over the side of it and fucked me.
During the night, I woke him up two more times for more, and in the morning, we showered together.
Wyatt lifted me against the wall and held me up with my legs hung over his arms as he moved in and out of me.
“You have to be quiet,” he whispered before kissing me.
“It’s so hard,” I whispered back against his mouth.
“I’m so hard.”
I snorted. “I love it when you’re hard.”
“Of course, you only love my cock,” he whispered as he began pounding into me. “It’s given you multiple orgasms.”
My head tilted back with my eyes closed as I grasped the back of his neck and hair. I was trying so hard to focus on not moaning that I just thoughtlessly mumbled the first reply that popped into my head: “I love all of you.”
His thrusts slowed until they eventually stopped.
My eyes shot open. “Why are you stopping?”
His one blue eye and one green stared at me unblinkingly. “Does that mean you love me?”
I almost asked him what he meant. Then I realized what I had blurted.
Do I love him? My hands moved to cup his wet cheeks. “I’m not an expert on the matter, but I’m pretty sure it does.”
A slow, genuine smile pulled at the corners of his mouth. “I love all of you, too.”
I smiled. “You do?”
He nodded and leaned in to kiss me like he was trying to prove it.
As he started moving in me again, there was a knock on the door. Wyatt and I froze for a breath before the bathroom door opened. Thank goodness for the shower curtain, or whoever it was would’ve seen us.
“It’s me,” Mac said in a singsong voice.
“Yeah?” I said as I listened to what she was doing.
“Can I borrow some highlighter? I just dropped the one I wanted to use and it shattered,” she said.
“Sure, no problem,” I said, trying to sound normal even though Wyatt began slipping in and out of me slowly. He leaned back so he could watch where our bodies were connecting.
“Thanks! I’ll give it back tonight,” she said.
I closed my eyes as I scrunched my brow. “Okay.”
“Before I go...” Mac said, and I about screamed out of frustration.
“Yeah?” I said, a little too high-pitched.
“Whoever you have in there with you left their clothes out in the open. So I hid them in your closet.” As she spoke, I could hear her smiling.
Wyatt snorted.
My eyes shot open. “Thanks, Mac.”
“You’re welcome,” she said in that singsong voice again and left.
The moment the door was closed, Wyatt got back to work, capturing my mouth and fucking me until we both came. Afterward, he washed me and his hands kneaded my muscles. He paid extra attention to my breasts, and his thumbs brushed circles over my nipples.
“If you keep doing that, we really will be late for school,” I told him.
“I think you were meant to have three boyfriends,” he said as he began washing himself.
As I rinsed off, I smiled at him. “Can’t keep up?”
He smiled back and leaned in to kiss me. “You need to feed and water me before I can give you another ride.”
I was not perfect today. Not when I had to rush to get ready. I was going to school tired with a messy bun and subpar makeup, but I couldn’t stop smiling.
I parked next to Roe in the school parking lot and the two of us walked in together. We passed Alicia and Evie and the grin Alicia wore as she watched us walk by gave me a bad feeling.
Roe walked me to my locker. “Let me swing by mine really quick and I’ll be right back,” he said, leaving me.
Roe’s locker was down the hall and then down another hall to the left, which was the opposite direction of my first class.
Still feeling uneasy, I worked quickly to unload my textbook for Chem.
I was not going to carry that around all day.
As I closed my bag, I kept glancing in the direction Roe had gone.
He’d said he’d be right back, but I figured I’d just meet him halfway.
As soon as I closed my locker and went to put the strap of my bag on my shoulder, my arm was grabbed. I was yanked around to face the opposite direction Roe had gone. Brandon stared down at me, looking stern. “Where have you been for the past few weeks? I’ve tried calling and texting you.”
I glanced down at his hand on my arm. “Let go of me.”
He didn’t listen. “Your mother said you were sick, but unless you were on your deathbed, there’s no reason why you couldn’t answer your damn phone.”
I tried to yank my arm free, but his grip tightened.
That made me glance around. A few students were pretending not to stare.
A few blatantly did. Others didn’t even notice, like the members of the boys’ golf team who were congregated nearby, golf bags hanging off their shoulders, none the wiser as they conversed.
“And then I come back yesterday and I hear rumors that you’ve been with another guy,” Brandon continued to prattle on. “I’m going to need an explanation for that.”
“I don’t need to do anything for you,” I said firmly. “We are not together. I never wanted to be. No one fucking asked me. I was told and you took advantage of that.”
He didn’t blink for a moment as he processed what I’d said. Then he gave me a pitying smile and leaned close. “I think there’s something you need to understand—”
“You mean the twenty million your parents are paying my mother to marry me off to you because you think she’s broke?”
He looked stunned.
“My mother is broke. That’s because my father left everything to me and she lost access to the money when I turned eighteen. I am not broke and don’t need your parents’ money. So there is no fucking deal. I do not belong to you, nor will I ever,” I seethed. “Get your fucking hand off of me.”
That felt good.
In his stunned state, I was able to yank my arm free. But as soon as I went to turn away, he grabbed me again and tried to drag me into the empty classroom across the hall.
Like hell I was going to be alone with him. I was done being hurt by other people. I started screaming at the top of my lungs and dug my nails into his hand.
He grunted and grabbed my hand that was clawing him. Anger burned in his eyes; the golden boy was nowhere to be seen. “I just want to talk,” he growled, clearly lying.
“No!” I yelled as I tried to dig my heels in.
A tattooed hand fisted Brandon’s blazer and a tattooed fist collided with his face. Brandon went down and took me with him. I wasn’t on the ground for long before Roe pulled me back up.
“What the fuck?!” Brandon roared as he clumsily got to his feet.
Roe pushed me behind him.
Brandon looked from Roe to me. “So this is the guy you’ve been cheating on me with.” He was creating a narrative to make him look good to everyone who was now gathering around us. He chuckled. “You’re fucking the charity case?”
Enraged, I tried to step forward, wanting to claw his fucking eyes out. Roe’s arm in front of me stopped me.
For years, I’d let shit slide. I’d stood by and said nothing as other people got hurt.
I couldn’t do that anymore. If I couldn’t get back at him physically, I was going to take him out with words.
“It’s better than being with someone who needs Daddy’s money to overcompensate for his small dick.
” How do you like that narrative, you fucking asshole?
Some people gasped. Others snorted.
Brandon couldn’t handle it and he charged at us. Roe stepped forward and easily took him to the ground. Roe punched him once, twice.
“Hey!” someone said as they pushed through the crowd. It was Oliver, Brandon’s best friend and teammate. He pulled Roe off Brandon and held him in a headlock as Brandon got to his feet.
They were going to gang up on Roe. My stomach filled with dread and I quickly glanced around for a way to stop what was about to happen. I spotted a member of the golf team, his golf bag in front of him. I ran over and grabbed his 9-iron club.
“Hey!” he protested.
Brandon punched Roe in the stomach. Oliver released him, and as he slumped forward, Brandon punched his face. Oliver stepped out of the way as Roe fell back against the lockers.
As I came up behind Brandon, I yelled, “Hey!”
Brandon turned and I swung. I hit him across the face.
He spun and hit the ground. Oliver came at me, but not fast enough.
I lunged out of the way and swung as he passed by.
I hit him in the back with the club. It wasn’t hard enough to take him down.
So when he turned, I swung again, hitting him in the face.
He spun as he went down. Neither he nor Brandon got back up.
“Ms. Kendry, please put the club down,” an authoritative voice said.
I turned to see Principal Beaumont. He was a white-haired man who wore tailored suits that cost more than his annual pay could afford.
He rarely came out of his office unless it was for assemblies, award ceremonies, sporting events, and of course fundraising.
He and a few other teachers were taking in the scene.
Normally they’d ignore this kind of thing; it wasn’t easy to police rich kids.
I dropped the 9-iron to the ground and plastered on my best fake smile. “Can I help you, Principal Beaumont?”
“I heard there was a fight,” he said.
“There was.” I gestured to Brandon and Oliver.
“These two were ganging up on the scholarship student.” I felt bad for distancing myself from Roe, but this matter had to be handled delicately.
“Such bullying is very unbecoming of the school my family founded and continues to fund.” That last part served as a reminder and a warning. “I put a stop to it.”
“Ms. Kendry, beating other students with a golf club was not the way to handle things—”