Istorm out of the bar. Thankfully Katie comes with me though I half expected her to stay with her boyfriend. I certainly wouldn’t have minded if she had.
She races to catch up just as I try to hail a cab.
“What’s wrong?” She asks.
“Aron.” I mutter. “He’s such a prick.”
She rolls her eyes. I know she thinks I’m being a drama queen but I’m so sick of Aron treating me like shit. Treating me like I’m just here for his amusement. That I should be honoured by his attention, flattered that he’d even consider glancing my way.
“What’s he done now?” She says.
“He just won’t stop pushing me.” I say.
“About what?”
“Sex.”
She smirks. “What’s the big deal?”
I bite my tongue. Everyone thinks I’ve done it. Everyone in our group has. I’m the only virgin. Not that it’s that big a deal really, it’s just, I don’t want to sleep with Aron. In truth, I don’t even want to be with him. I only hooked up with him because he’s been chasing me for ages and I needed a distraction, I needed something to take my mind off of Dominic.
I need to prove to myself that there were other men.
Only look how that turned out.
“I’m not ready to sleep with him yet.” I say.
“You’ve been together for almost two months.” She states like there’s a set timeframe for all of this.
“Yeah that doesn’t change how I feel.” I reply. I’ve been pushed already into doing more than I want with him, in giving away pieces of myself, albeit reluctantly, to a man who’s used to getting his own way because of who his family is and I’m done with giving anymore.
A taxi pulls up and I open the door. “Are you coming?” I say.
She sighs before following me in. “Where?”
“My place. I’ve had enough of bars for one night.” I reply.
“Fine but there better be alcohol.” She says.
I laugh. My mother has a whole stash, she won’t notice if a few bottles go missing. And besides what will Dominic do if he catches me actually drinking? Maybe he’ll spank me as punishment?
I shake my head slightly, trying to erase the thoughts. God I need to sort myself out. It was a mistake. A big mistake. One, that Dominic has made more than clear, won’t be repeated again, and the more I cling to this, the more I think about my stepdad and his glorious dick the more I’m digging a hole for myself.
“What are you grinning about?” Katie asks as she stares at me.
“Nothing.” I say.
But it’s not true.
I’m thinking about him. Even now. Even when I’m telling myself not too. My mother has been gone for two weeks and I know he’s been making himself scarce, avoiding me, like he’s scared I might pounce on him at any opportunity. If I was in bed right now I’d be making myself cum to that idea, to the notion of Dominic, being chased by his wanton stepdaughter.
Fuck I’m ridiculous, I think, as we speed through the city to my stepdad’s mansion where I’d dearly love him to touch me. Where I’d dearly love to touch him again.