Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
…I neglect to mention that I was very out of line, and purposefully so. I also neglect to mention leaving my lingerie in his drawer.
“Fuck, that sucks. And on your birthday too?”
I stick my head out of the bathroom, toothbrush between my lips, and shrug. Kempton pulls the covers off and sits up in bed, hugging her knees. Her long, gorgeous red hair tumbles around her face and she rubs her green eyes.
“Happy birthday, by the way.”
I spit, rinsing my mouth and turning off the light, bathing us both in darkness before I step back into the room.
“Thanks.”
“Wait what time is it?”
“A little after two.”
“What the fuck? How long is his freaking detention?”
I blush, turning away, even though it’s dark. “Oh, I went to the library after. I was up, figured I’d get some work done anyways.”
Kempton snorts, shaking her head. “On your birthday? Dude, that’s… yikes.”
“Oh, here, I got something for my favorite roomie.”
“I’m your only roomie.”
She laughs. “Well then, lucky you.”
She suddenly clicks on the lights, and I quickly look away, grabbing a hoodie from my bed and yanking it over my head. I bunch the hood around my neck, praying it covers the marks from Oliver’s mouth.
Kempton snorts as I turn back, eyeing me.
“You look like you just rolled out of bed.”
I roll my eyes. “Thanks. Just a long ass day.”
“Well, happy birthday.”
She hands me a wrapped box with a silver bow on it and card attached.
“You didn’t have to, you know.”
She grins. “Yeah I did.”
“Thanks, Kemp.”
I open the card first, which just says “You’re legal!” inside, scrawled in Kempton’s curly, swirly handwriting. I laugh, hoping it covers the blush on my face thinking about earlier as I open the box.
“Kempton!”
The first thing I see is tits. Big, enormous, fake-looking tits. And above it, the owner of the tits has her painted lips wide open while she holds a big, hard cock inches from them.
It’s a porn magazine. Kempton’s gotten me porn. She howls with laughter at my blushing face.
“Seriously?” I groan.
“Hell yeah! You’re legal now, bitch! There’s more in there too.”
I roll my eyes. “I don’t want more porn, Kemp.”
“It’s not just porn, jeez.”
I take the first magazine out, cringing at the “Double D Dick-Suckers” name emblazoned at the top, only to find another one called “Rough Luv” underneath featuring a cowboy wearing just a hat and a holding a rifle over his junk. Beneath that, and the handful of other gross and tacky porn, I find a pack of cigarettes, a lighter with a candle on it, and five scratch lotto tickets.
“Right, because I’m eighteen,” I sigh.
“Yup!” Kempton cackles. “So now you can legally own and buy all this shit.”
“Oh, goodie, I can’t wait to take up smoking while I page through gross porn mags.”
“Don’t forget the lotto tickets. If you win, I want half, by the way.”
“Kempton, your father was on the cover of Time Magazine and Forbes in the last six months.”
She grins. “And your dad owns a yacht big enough to rescue the city of New York from a flood. What’s your point?”
I laugh, shaking my head. “Fine, we split the ten bucks I might win.”
“Damn right we will.”
She grins. “You see the cock on the cover of that first one?”
I blush crimson.
“I mean, hello, right?”
I shake my head, laughing. “What do you mean?”
She arches a brow at me. “What do I mean? I mean it’s fucking huge.”
I swallow as my eyes dart to the magazine, my face burning red. Okay, it’s big, but the thing is, the one I saw, and felt, and sucked, and got fucked by earlier tonight?
…Well, Oliver Bard is much bigger than the porn cock on the cover of Double-D Dick-Suckers.
“Yeah, I guess.”
Kempton rolls her eyes. “Right, I forgot you’ve never seen one.”
I blush, saying nothing as I crawl into bed.
“Hey, look at me.”
“Huh?”
I turn, and immediately regret it as I see Kempton’s green eyes burning into me suspiciously.
“Wait, why do you look like you just got laid?”
I laugh, quickly.
…too quickly, and Kempton catches it. Her eyes light up, and her jaw drops as she stares at me.
“You dirty bitch!” she gasps.
“Kemp, no, it’s… you’re way off.”
“Bullshit I am! You little slut!”
My brow furrows. “Fuck off, Kempton.”
She rolls her eyes, waving me off. “Oh, calm down, I just mean I’m impressed! I mean you, getting laid? I wonder who—”
Her eyes suddenly light up even brighter, and she stares at me.
“No. Fucking. Way.”
“Kempton—”
“Professor Bard?!” She gasps, and my face goes white as I violently shake it side to side
“Kempton, no,” I say quickly, swallowing the lump in my throat. “No, absolutely no—”
“Hey Ana?”
I pause, swallowing again as I force myself to look at her. Kempton smirks
“You’re a shitty liar, for the record.”
“Kempton, I did not sleep with Professor Bard!”
“Uh-huh,” she drawls, eying me. “Whatever you say.”
“Well, that’s what I say,” I mutter, turning away and yanking the covers up over me.