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Emily grabbed my shoulder and rolled me back over, forcing me to look at her. “This is your last semester, so you might as well live it up!”
I glared at her from underneath my oversized, pink blanket. “Don’t remind me about the future, Emily.”
“That wasn’t my point, but once you graduate, you’ll be free to do what you want.”
That thought had occurred to me on several occasions. The only reason I still listened to my parents was that I needed their money for college. If that hadn’t been the case, I’d have left home at eighteen and never looked back. Unfortunately, I inherited more than must my last name from my parents. I inherited the chains that bound me to them for as long as they lived and breathed.
“If I go to this party, it’ll be the last one until at least after winter break. Understand?”
She pulled me in for a hug before I regretfully slid out of bed, immediately regretting my decision. Emily knew that I had very little interest in attending college parties, and that all I ever did was keep an eye on our younger sisters. Half of the frat bros who showed up to the parties were creepy as hell, anyway, and that was definitely the case that night.
The sorority house filled up with students relatively quickly. Young men and women were practically draping their arms around each other, desperately trying to secure a hookup in between trips to the punch bowl. I usually avoided alcohol like the plague, but it had been one hell of a week.
A few sorority sisters surrounded me as I filled up a red plastic cup, talking about classes and their latest crushes. I wanted to shake some sense into them, begging them to steer clear of boys until they graduated from college.
Every woman has to learn that the hard way, though.
One drink became two, which became five, and it wasn’t long until I felt pretty damn good. The music I usually despised suddenly reverberated through my body, and I found myself dancing with a bunch of girls in our dining room. Any thoughts of Jason quickly left my mind as I started checking out the guys at the party. Usually, their stares would make me scoff, but I actually enjoyed the attention that night as they watched me cut loose, and dance.
It was the most fun I’d had since the school year started.
A tall, incredibly handsome guy from a fraternity wrapped his arms around me from behind and pushed his crotch right up against my ass. On any other occasion, I’d be appalled, and though I was too proper of a lady to throw a punch, I’d be tempted to do just that. But caution was thrown to the wind and dare I say, I enjoyed the thought of another man’s cock rubbing my body.
“Hey, baby. Are you having a good time?” he questioned, his raspy voice hot against my ear.
The room spun as I tried turning around, so I closed my eyes and swayed along with his hips. “I sure am!”
He squeezed my waist tighter, and my first thought was Jason. His grip strength was similar to when Jason held my hand, as though he were marking his territory. I was Jason’s property, but with the strength of the stranger’s hand, I felt like his. That was my life’s story, always belonging to anybody but myself.
“You’re the hottest girl at Exley, you know that?”
“Doubtful, but thank you!”
The guy was leaning right up against my ear, allowing me to inhale his woodsy cologne that reminded me of the forest on a cool, autumn night. That dark, heavenly scent made him seem desirable despite his unrelenting grip on my waist.
“I’ve had my eyes on you for a while now, Isabella. Still with your boyfriend?”
Even though I nodded, the guy kept his hands firmly wrapped around my waist.
“Well, I hope he treats you right. And I don’t just mean in public.”
My eyes remained closed as we kept on dancing. There were enough people in the kitchen that knew exactly who I was. They knew exactly who Jason was too. Just the same, they’d know that the man grinding against me wasn’t my boyfriend. Rumors would swirl, new nicknames would be whispered in hushed tones. Whore. Slut.
I didn’t care.
The guy’s hands kept their firm grip as they began sliding down, refusing to stop until they were massaging the inside of my thighs. I wanted to stop him, not because it didn’t feel good to be wanted, but because of the eyes that I knew were watching. But I couldn’t even open my own eyes, let alone form a coherent sentence.
“Turn around and face me, baby.”
My eyes stayed shut as he spun me around, suddenly feeling very lightheaded and dizzy. The guy knew what was happening and pushed me against his body, clutching my head against his chest. Whoever he was, he had abs made of steel and a raging erection that threatened to tear a hole in his jeans.
The song changed into one with a more intense beat, the kind of music that would echo through the crowds of an underground rave. All I could do was keep my head firmly rested on his chest. The sound of a girl offering me a glass of water barely registered with me as the guy began dancing with me harder, gyrating his hips right up against mine.
Realizing that I was quickly losing my inhibition, I found the strength to pry myself away, shifting backwards ever so slightly, just enough to place a palm on his pecs. He hesitantly loosened his grip as I pried myself away into the arms of a sorority sister that held my hand as we walked to a couch. I fanned myself as the room became hotter. The girl held a cup of water up to my mouth and told me to take a drink.
“Thank you,” I stuttered, suddenly wishing I’d eaten more than a bowl of oatmeal that day and most definitely wishing I’d held my ground and avoided the party at all costs. After taking a sip of water, the girl placed the cup onto the table beside us.
Across the room, the guy I’d been dancing with sat down on a nearby chair, watching me like a hawk as my sisters took care of me. There was something terrifying about the way he watched me, as if he’d follow me to the ends of the world. There was something alluring about it too, something about being desired so damn much by someone that didn’t even know me.
