Sinful

ROMAIN

Arabella…notBlake, which she said her name was, with her wild mane of dark hair and eyes that destroy with a look, turns up at the green during the test.

She’s with Sam Glover, of all the fucking cunts. Most of the time, I don’t waste a single thought about who Mr. Glover gets his dick wet with. I don’t give a fuck. He’s a prick, but he’s always stayed out of my way, given me the grades I need to get out of this shit hole.

Locking my jaw, I play bowl like a pro and smile like I’m enjoying every fucking second because my father is watching, and I don’t need him to cut me off again. I use the time to make eyes at the girl who did a number on me. I don’t care who sees. So what if she’s a fucking teacher. That’s her problem.

She was the one who got under my skin.

By the time the interval comes around, I’m itching to speak to her. But I force myself to wait. I don’t know what game she’s playing, why the hell she’s brushing me off. I don’t care that she’s older, that she lied about her age. I’m not angry about her pretending to be something she’s not.

I lied too.

Of course, I fucking did.

I follow her inside the pub. She’s standing at the bar when I saunter in. Never in my life have I chased a girl. But this one isn’t just any other girl. This is the one who ran out on me and disappeared into thin air. This is the girl I’ve been looking for every fucking day since I woke up to find her gone.

She stiffens as I come up beside her at the bar. I indicate to the barman to bring me a pint, flashing him my ID.

“Well done.”

“What?” She turns her head, but I don’t look at her. I’m sick of fucking looking at her.

I lean one arm on the bar, taking a large gulp of my drink. Only after my thirst is quenched do I flick a glance her way.

“You ditched me for a pervert. Mr. Glover, he’s into girls half his age.”

She gives me a veiled look. “As opposed to boys half mine?”

“Touché,” I chuckle before wetting my throat with a mouthful of beer. She had a smart mouth on her when my dick was inside her too. Her sass got me hard, every fucking time…among other things. She glares, and I can’t help but taunt her further. “Do you still do that thing with your tongue?”

At that, she blushes beautifully, making my dick pulse. All my resolve goes out the fucking window.

“You need to stop harassing me.” Her voice is hoarse.

“Why?” I let her see the glint in my eye.

“You know why,” she sighs.

“Arabella—”

“Ms. James,” she corrects me.

“Meet me behind the clubhouse after this.”

She shakes her head. “You know we can’t.”

“You owe me,” I say simply. Then I finish my beer and head to the pitch for the final inning.

She doesn’t show.

I wait for her for thirty minutes before grabbing my bag and heading home. I’ve been drinking, so I make use of my father’s driver and direct him to take me to the family house. On the way, I happen to glance out of the darkened glass to see Ara-fucking-bella sitting down to eat Italian with the local pervert I warned her about.

Seeing him with her, touching her, running his hands over her. I want to smash his fucking face in. And she’s smiling at some fucking joke he made, probably at my expense.

It rips my heart out.

Fucking bitch. She was a cunt back then to leave me. Obviously, she’s still one now….

Fuck going home. I pick up my phone and dial Zane’s number. There’s a click as he picks up. “What’s up?”

“Where are you?”

“Hunting pussy.”

“Bring it to the dorm, and whatever fucking candy you’ve got stashed away. We’re having a party this weekend.”

He laughs down the line. “Finally, I’ve been itching for a blowout since the start of fucking term.”

“You are me both, mate,” I say, hanging up the phone.