Chapter Thirty-One #2
For a moment I wonder what is going on, and then it clicks; Baxter has bought me ten minutes.
Laura, if she’s anything like she used to be, will fight this out for hours.
I race downstairs and straight into Monty's office. The safe is exactly where Baxter said it would be: Behind the picture on the wall. With shaky hands I input the code, one Baxter told me to memorise. No trail that way. And sure enough inside is a USB. That and passports and some other documents. I don’t have time to snoop.
I need to get in and get out. I close the safe and push the picture back into place.
Carefully, making sure no one is outside, I race back upstairs.
Laura is still yelling. Even from their side of the house, it’s loud.
I should have powered on my laptop before but I didn’t exactly have time before I was ripped from the house.
Tick tick tick
The clock is mocking me, my heart racing. As soon as I type in my password, I shove the USB in the side and there are so many files.
I only copy the ones from current students. I don’t have time to scour through and look at any others. The green bar pops up and says four minutes. With sweaty palms I pace the room. Every time I check, it doesn’t look like it has moved.
After an agonising few minutes, it’s done. I quickly search for one file from a past student: Sawyer Knox. When I locate it, I hesitate, but quickly copy his over too. That one takes seconds, thankfully.
With my heart in my throat, I tiptoe back out into the hall and down the stairs. Everything is silent. For once I actually pray that they are screwing, making up. I take my chances and rush down the hallway.
I sigh with relief when I get back to my room without getting busted.
I managed to get my phone from his office whilst I was there, just in case I was busted.
It gave me a reason to be there. Even though I already have my other phone stashed in my overnight bag.
I power it on whilst I wait for the files to be transferred to a new USB.
Me
Done
Baxter
Back gate, twenty minutes.
I delete our texts and decide to head out whilst everything is still quiet.
My bones freeze whilst I stand at the gate and Baxter steps out of the shadows.
“Good job,” he says when I hand over the USB.
“I want copies, leave them in my room.” He nods.
“And you leave me and Elsie out of whatever you have planned.” He nods again and makes a cross over his heart.
I almost smile, but choose instead to shake my head and walk back the way I came.
I take my time. I see a light coming from the pool house around the back.
I have never seen anyone ever use it. I mean, it’s freaking cold all the time, so the outdoor pool seems like it’s only there for show.
I have also never been into the pool house to see if someone lives there.
I should knock, but I don’t. Opening the door, I spot Onyx.
The entire pool house is an open space, a home gym of sorts.
Onyx is unleashing whatever anger he is holding onto into a boxing bag.
I stand and stare. Watching the muscles in his arms, the way the sweat rolls down his back.
The mosaic of cuts and bruises Covering his skin. What the hell? First Slate, now him?
“What do you want?” he snaps, turning to face me, pulling off his gloves. I shrug.
As he stalks towards me, anger radiates from him. I can see the conflict in his eyes. He wants me, but he also hates me and that kind of burns. What did I do to deserve his hatred?
“You look...stupid,” he huffs.
“Laura decided I need a makeover.” He snorts and his hand falls to my hip.
“I need you,” he whispers, placing his clammy forehead against mine.
“I need you too,” I hesitate and then add, “you can go back to hating me tomorrow.”
Things heat up between us, fast. There is no taking our time.
He moves me swiftly, bending me over a table.
My skirt is pulled up, my tights pulled down.
He doesn’t remove them all the way. A hand slides under my stomach, lifting me slightly, and I feel his cock line up with my entrance.
The intrusion burns as I adjust to his girth.
My eyes close at the pain and pleasure rolled into one.
His thrusts are short and quick, he isn’t trying to impress me, this is about him getting off, using me. I can feel it. Sick as I am, I love it.
His hand slips from my stomach, as he lowers his middle finger seeking out my clit. He surprises me. I didn’t expect him to give, just take. But the feeling of Onyx taking out his anger on me already has me on edge, so a few flicks and I’m milking his dick with my orgasm, screaming out his name.
He finds his release not long after, pulling himself out of me and dropping me back on the table. He doesn’t offer me a hand. He leaves me lying face down on the cool surface. The door opening and a cool breeze are the only indications that he has left.
I pull myself together. What have I done?
I have now slept with them all, in a matter of months.
My poor judgment has tears sliding down my face.
How did I picture this ending? With all four of us riding off happily into the sunset?
I’m an idiot. This isn’t some TLC program like ‘Sister Wives’ where that dude has a handful of wives and they make it work.
This is the real world, one my brother and Smalls have sheltered me from. The heart ache they tried to spare me from having to endure. I’m suddenly thankful it won’t be long until I’m back under their watchful eye where they can keep me in line.