Blackmailed by Her Bully
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“Try anything funny and I’ll give you to my friends for an afternoon of fun.” He slammed the car door, walking around to the driver’s side.
He climbed in.
“Please, Logan, let me go.”
She shook, and he ignored it.
Starting the car, he pulled out of the driveway and headed right into town.
“What is going on?”
“You better get yourself together. If you don’t convince them how happy you are with me, I release the tapes.”
“You release the tapes, you don’t have any leverage over me.”
“I’ve still got another one of you begging me to touch you. Try to beat me at my own game, Ava, you will lose.”
She sat back down, and he drove into town.
“There’s a brush in the drop-down. Do something with your hair. Look decent at least.”
“While we’re in town, I want my toothbrush.”
“We’ll make a stop at your house before heading back.” It was on the tip of his tongue to call it home, but he stopped himself. It wasn’t their home, or even his home.
Gripping the steering wheel, he pulled outside of the diner. There were already people there enjoying the morning breakfast.
“If you try anything in here other than the pleasure of my company, you’ll be with Luke within the hour.”
“I won’t try anything.”
Again, more questions. He wondered what she’d say if he offered her to Hunter.
“Wait.” He climbed out of the car, rounded the vehicle to her side, and held the door open, offering her his hand.
She took it, and he felt the tremors of her body.
He gripped her hand tightly as they entered the diner.
There were a few private booths in the back, but he had no use for them. The idea was to be seen.
Sitting at the table in the center of the room, he pulled out Ava’s chair before taking one himself. Picking up the menu, he already knew he was having the waffles.
“People are staring.”
“Of course they are. You’re sitting with the guy you accused of hurting you,” Logan said. “You don’t look very afraid to me.”
“You’re doing this on purpose.”
“I’m doing what I need to do. You’re just the price I’ve got to pay in order to do it.”
The waitress came to the table, and he reached over, plastering a huge smile on his face as he gripped Ava’s hand.
“Hi, hot coffee for me and my friend here. Waffles, two plates, extra syrup.”
“Logan Stanford, it has been an age since I’ve seen you,” the waitress said. “Rebecca Driver. We took sex ed together.”
“Ah, I remember.” He didn’t have a fucking clue. Ava had been in the same class, and he used to love watching her blush. He didn’t need to know how sex worked. You bagged your dick, fucked the girl, and never during her time of the month, unless you had a blood fetish. He didn’t.
“How have you been? What have you been up to?”
“Please, I’m kind of on a date right now.”
Rebecca looked toward Ava, who failed to even smile. Ava lifted her free hand as if to wave.
“Oh, right. Yes, of course.” She laughed. “Waffles and coffee coming right up.”
“The gossip train will be flowing tonight,” he said.
“Didn’t you go out with Rebecca?” Ava asked.
“Not that I can remember.”
“Just ’cause you can’t remember it, doesn’t mean it didn’t happen. I’m sure you did.”
“There were a lot of girls I fucked in high school. It passed the time.” He lifted her hand and pressed kisses against her knuckles.
She looked so miserable.
“You better start acting or tape number one will come out to play.”
She started to smile and lean in close. “You’re not going to win this.”
“I already am.”
“You don’t know the whole truth.”
“And what is that?” he asked.
She moved in close, her lips going to his ear. “I didn’t report you to the sheriff, Logan. I had no reason to.”
Logan pulled away, and he stared at her. “I saw the reports.”
“They’re wrong. I reported Luke.” She pulled her hand away from him.
In the nick of time Rebecca was back and pouring them coffee. “It is so good to see you. I was wondering if you’d like to go out sometime. Catch up.”
Logan couldn’t remember if he’d slept with Rebecca or not. There had been girls in the past, but they’d been play toys. He’d not really wanted them, but he wasn’t going to tell a girl no when she was begging to suck his dick.
Staring at Ava, he shouldn’t believe her, but she was sitting, smiling up at Rebecca, playing her part.
He’d seen the reports.
She had reported him.
She’d accused him of rape, which he denied. He’d never hurt her. Why did she report Luke?
Their waffles arrived, and Ava took her plate, biting into them.
He noticed her trying to hide a knife in her pocket. Grabbing her wrist, he squeezed hard. “Don’t push it.”
Chapter Six
Twelve years ago
Being a senior should have been fun.