“Okay, let’s go now,” I said, and he nodded.
“You want me to come with you?” Maria asked, and I shook my head.
“No, have fun tonight. I know you know some people in there,” I nodded back in the direction of the bar. “I’m really okay. It’s just too much, too soon.”
“Okay.” She kissed me on the cheek. “Call me tomorrow, babygirl.”
“I will.” I hugged her close, and then she was gone in a cloud of Dior’s Poison and her clacky heels on the pavement.
I stared at Felix and he gave me a nervous smile.
“You ready to go, pretty girl?” he asked me, and I nodded.
We walked through the city, lit up in night lights, and my hand sneaked into his. He didn’t look at me when I did it, just held on to me tightly, and I liked it.
When we were almost at his house, I tugged on his arm and stopped for a second.
“You okay?” he asked, turning to face me. “Come on, we’re almost home.”
“Why do you live here?” I asked. “Why this house?”
“I told you,” he grinned. “My grandpa’s.”
“What does your family do?” I asked.
He didn’t know, but Maria had told me what she’d found out.
He was a trust-fund kid, the weirdest one I’d ever met. Judging by his clothes, he looked like a twenty-year-old who belonged in the mosh pit. His parents owned a hotel empire.
“You know?” he raised his brows at me. “I think you do.”
“I do,” I giggled. “Maria told me.”
“Of course she did,” he sighed. “You two together… it’s a mess waiting to happen.”
“What do you mean?”
“She told me you kissed,” he growled, and it was my turn to look away and be embarrassed. “Don’t be shy now, Sapphire, cause I hear you weren’t then, either.”
“Shut up!” I giggled and hit him with my purse he’d brought for me from the bar earlier. “You don’t know anything.”
He took my wrists in his hands and pinned me against a shop window.
“I know enough,” he growled in my ear, and my breath quickened when he let go of one wrist and gently slapped my legs apart.
“Felix,” I breathed, but he didn’t stop.
His fingers were touching them, and I could feel them shaking against the brand on my thigh. I could feel how wet I’d gotten, it dripping down my legs.
“Wait,” I begged him, and he listened, his fingers lingering an inch away from my pussy. “I… I can’t.”
“But you want to,” he said, his fingers making me squirm. “Tell me you want to.”
“I do,” I cried out. “Please…”
He touched my pussy once, long, strong fingers running along my soaked panties and making me mewl. And then they were gone, and he took my hand, and led me back home.
I scowled as he let us in, but he didn’t say a word. We went into the living room and he turned on the TV. He had this strange habit of always leaving it on, saying he couldn’t concentrate in silence. He was the weirdest, most chaotic person I knew.
The TV blared with the evening news, and I plopped down on the couch, still offended.
I watched the news, a local station reporting on a suicide in the community that was being investigated further as new evidence came out.
I only watched it cause it was the town where my parents lived, where I grew up.
But when I saw who they were talking about, my mouth ran dry and I could only stare at the screen.
Aaron James.
Dead.
Suicide.
I stared as the report ended as fast as it had started, and I felt dizzy and scared. For some reason I couldn’t believe it. Couldn’t understand it was really over, and he’d never be able to come after me again. I felt like I was going to pass out.
He was dead…Thirty-EightFelixI turned off the TV, suddenly distracted by the loud noises blaring from it. It was unlike me. Usually I always had it on, but it was interfering with my thoughts. I wanted them clear for her.
“You okay?” I asked her, and she tore her eyes away from the now black screen. “Is there something wrong?”
“Just… Someone I used to know.” She shook her head in what looked like disbelief. “Just weird hearing that.”
“The suicide guy?” I asked, sitting down next to her. I pulled my shirt off and dropped it on the floor. The AC was just starting up and it felt hot in the house.
Sapphire’s eyes danced over my body and she crawled closer to me on the couch. Suddenly, she was in my arms, her ass firmly in my lap. I felt my cock stirring and wished I could calm the fuck down. I didn’t want to push her, ever, especially after she’d already had a meltdown that day.
“Talk to me,” I said, my hands touching to her thighs and resting dangerously close to the hem of her pretty pink dress. “Tell me about that guy.”