Mum cried and I felt so guilty for liking Helen when Mum clearly doesn’t.
Cole took my virginity today. He just took it and it was so dirty.
Remember when I said I hate Cole? Well, I don’t only hate him.
I despise him.
I wish he would disappear from my life.
I narrow my eyes on her words. She hates me, despises me, wishes I’d disappear from her life.
Fuck that.
It’s the same as every entry she writes about me. Why does she refuse to admit the truth, even to her bloody journal? She does that with everything else.
When she talks about her parents, her life at school, or even how much she misses Kim, she says it truthfully, but every time it’s about me, it’s all fucking lies.
We’ll see about that.
I place her journal exactly the way I found it, close the drawer, and put the combination back to zeroes.
The sound of the shower is still going. I turn the door’s knob and remove my clothes on my way inside her bathroom.
As soon as I’m at the entrance, soft moans stop me with my fingers on my trousers’ buttons.
I stand there and watch the most exquisite view I’ve seen in my entire life.
Silver stands under the stream in all her naked glory. I might have seen the occasional nip slip over the years, or her underwear when she forgot to tuck her legs together when wearing a skirt, but I’ve never seen her entirely naked.
And fuck me, why haven’t I done this before?
Her tits sit high and perky, droplets of water clinging to the hard pink tips, begging to be licked off. Water soaks her golden hair as it glues to the entirety of her back.
Her smooth waist and long legs are like a porn fantasy. But that’s not the best part about the scene – it’s her hand disappearing in and out of her cunt as she reaches her other hand to tug on a nipple.
Eyes closed, her head is thrown back, letting the steam soak her. White straight teeth trap her bottom lip to rein in the moans.
It’s not working.
The slight noise she’s making turns my dick rock fucking hard, if that’s even possible, considering it was already ready when I walked in the room.
Yesterday, I signed a no-going-back oath and today, I’m keeping it.
17
Silver
I’m supposed to take a quick shower and join Papa and his team. They’re going to discuss strategy and I want to be there.
The moment I’m under the stream, I start thinking. That’s what I do when I’m in the shower — I think. A lot.
Some people sing, but I become a damn bundle of thoughts. Maybe it’s the stream of water or the peace of the moment, but it always pushes me to think again about my decisions and choices.
It’s my second favourite place after the park. Peace, cleanliness, and a clear head.
Only, it’s not clear.
One thing keeps barging to mind…those dark green eyes, his voice and the authority in it.