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“Are you saying my mom asked Stefon to have UCLA admit me early?”
He sighed as if he was already bored talking to me. “You’re getting close, Ciaran. A few more steps and you’ll get there.”
“You don’t have to be an asshole, Drew,” I hissed. “Just come out and tell me.”
“Well now,” Drew said with a low, husky chuckle. “I like it when you show passion. I should have pissed you off more often. Listen, I’ll drive over a few weekends from now so we can get reacquainted. I’m sure we can find a quiet spot where no one will interrupt us. Maybe we can reenact the last meeting in my office, when you were sitting on my lap. I sensed you were almost ready to let me fuck you, Ciaran.” Drew said the last part in a near whisper. “I know you want that, don’t you?” I heard movement on his end of the line. The low sound of a zipper, then Drew’s faint moan. In a strangled voice, he said, “I know you want me deep in you, filling your tight, dirty hole, making you cry out in pleasure.”
That spun my head.
I had to get Drew out of my system.
Desperation clawed at my throat. I couldn’t breathe. Where was Matty? I spun around, looking in every dark corner of the balcony like he might be hiding.
Why wasn’t he here?
Oh, right. Matty was with Zoey. They were having dinner without me. Matty could talk me off this ledge. He’d know what to say, what to do.
I should end the call.
Except I didn’t.
Why couldn’t I hang up? Why was I listening to Drew’s heavy breathing as he jacked off while imagining taking my virginity?
My own growing erection further confused and humiliated me. I had no control over it.
My eyes stung before tears started streaming down my face.
It took effort to move the phone away from my ear. To look at the phone and tell myself to press the red button.
Press it, Ciaran. End the call. End it right now.
But I couldn’t.
I physically could not take my finger and press the end button.
Instead, I put the phone on speaker. My entire body was shaking. Nausea had me sliding off the chair and lying in a fetal position on the deck.
I heard, “Are you still there, Ciaran? I’m so close…”
“Stop it,” I said in a low voice. Then I said it louder. “Stop it, Drew. I don’t want you to do that. I don’t consent to you doing…doing…that while talking to me. Tell me what I need to know about UCLA right now, or…”
“Or what?” Drew asked. I heard the surprise in his voice.
Drew liked attention. He liked being admired. He wanted my desire and affection.
“Or I will hang up.”
He cleared his throat. “I can see that spending time with the Vaulteneaus have given you something of a backbone. Fine, I’ll tell you what you want. Stefon Vaulteneau donated enough money for the school to build a brand-new stadium and training facility. It’s easy to see how UCLA might find a way to reward Stefon’s generosity. Like I said, Ciaran, congratulations on the spectacular achievement of being related to a billionaire who will open all sorts of doors for you.”
“First off, fuck you, Drew. Second, how do I know you’re telling me the truth?” My voice shook, and I’m sure he could tell I was crying, but I didn’t care. “I still think you’re trying to fuck with my mind.”
Drew sighed again. If he didn’t tell me now before hanging up, I knew I’d never know the truth.
“Believe me, don’t believe me, it makes no difference to me, Ciaran. Theresa’s done you a huge disservice by running off on a lengthy honeymoon three minutes after getting married. Call your mom, Ciaran. If you take any advice, take that.”
Drew hung up after that and I stared at the time display on my phone.
It was late but not too late in New York City.
