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“Yeah,” she lets out in a breathy voice, her eyes never leaving my dick.
“Have you ever given a blowjob before?”
“This isn’t fucking teatime, Jess, get to it,” I order, but my voice isn’t as tough as it usually is in bed, I’m just too drunk. Jess tightens her grip and I groan.
“Um…uh, no I haven’t actually.” Ania’s voice forces my eyes to open again.
“That’s okay, I can show you,” Jess’ drunken voice replies excitingly.
“Fucking…shit,” I growl as I slap Jess’ hand away.
I zip up my jeans and sit up. Struggling against the pillows and mattress, I finally manage to stumble out of bed.
“Where are you going?” Jess whines.
“I-I–” Ania tries to say.
“You need to find a guy who cares if you suck his dick or not. And I don’t. I’m an asshole, Ania, your first time should be with a great guy.”
“But–”
I don’t really listen to her answer, my ears are buzzing anyway, and I just stroll out of the bedroom.
I know the two girls are after me, but they stay silent. The music from downstairs grips me again and the bass from Dillon Francis’ ‘Look At That Butt’ makes my head pound. I know Camila has talked to the DJ for this song to come on. Jarina De Marco is her favorite Hispanic artist.
Speak of the devil and he doth appear.
As soon as I step back into the grand foyer, Camila’s eyes are shooting daggers at the two girls behind me.
“You two sluts need to remember who rules here,” she spits at them. Her venom is lethal, her obsessivity over me dangerous.
“Not now, Cam,” I growl as I push her to the side to make my way back to the living room.
I know she’s following me because every strike of her heels against the floor angers me a little more. I’m back with the living room crowd when she grabs my arm.
“Jake, wait!”
I spin around, forcing her hand to release my bicep and grip both her arms so tightly she jumps in surprise.
“That’s enough! How many times do we need to fucking break up for you to get we’re not meant to be a thing, Camila?”
A smirk tugs at her lips, lust glints in her green eyes and that’s when I understand she’s got me exactly where she wants.
“Are you mad at me?” she pouts. “Am I being a bad girl?”
“No, we’re not getting into this. Absolutely fucking not.”
“You’ve lost your fun since you’ve started deflowering good girls. How’s that coming along for you?”
I want to let her go and I want to show her she doesn’t affect me. But my body refuses to relax when she mentions Jamie.
“Why did you help her at the ball if you were going to humiliate her right after?”
“I didn’t, Beth did,” she lies as if I was born yesterday.
“Beth doesn’t have two brain cells to rub together, don’t tell me you didn’t order her to pour that bowl of punch on Jamie.”
She lets out an exaggerated innocent sigh and looks up right into my eyes. “I was just trying to help the girl. If she keeps getting involved with you, she’s going to have everyone hating on her. I just cut it short. Did her a favor, really.”
