Page 62 of Spies Like Us

He pulls back and smirks before repeating the action on the other side. When he moves away, the tiredness is gone, and it’s replaced with a hunger that only Miller can tame. I reach for his belt, but he stops me, placing his hand on mine before removing it.

“Sleep well,” he says before leaning in and giving me a kiss. He turns and heads upstairs, rolling the stickers up in his hand.

“What the fuck?” I hiss and hear a quiet chuckle as the door to his room opens and closes behind him. “You’ll pay for that,” I say to the empty staircase before holding my shirt over my naked breasts and hurrying to my room. Once again, Jessica is snoring like a bear when I go in and strip off the bottom half of my uniform and dance outfit and replace it with a fresh pair of undies and a soft T-shirt. My nipples are tight, and my panties don’t stay fresh for long as my pussy aches with the need Miller created. What a fucking asshole. He will pay for this. I’m not sure how, but I will have him begging at my feet sometime soon.

I huff and roll over on my side as the sky outside lightens ever so slightly. Fuck, morning is coming. I am definitely taking them up on their offer to nap at the Turners’ today. I need to be fully functional tonight, and that isn’t going to happen without a little more sleep.

It feels like I only just fell asleep when Jessica shakes me awake.

“No, Mom, I don’t want to get up,” I mutter and push the hand away.

Jessica snorts before giving me a harder shove. “Get up. Martha is losing her shit downstairs. Neither you nor Miller got up on time. She says she will stop you from working at the Life Lounge if you don’t get your ass down there in five minutes.”

“Fuck!” I bolt upright in bed and peer blearily at the girl, and she chuckles.

“Man, you look like shit. Did you even take your eye makeup off?”

I look down at my white pillowcase, and sure enough, there are black smudges on it.

“No,” I groan. “I was too tired. We got home just after four,” I tell her, climbing out of bed and searching for something to wear in my dresser. I find underwear, a pair of leggings, and another band shirt and quickly pull them on.

“Wow, you must be tired,” she says as she watches me.

“You have no idea. I’m blowing off school and napping at Ry’s place today,” I tell her, and her mouth drops open in surprise.

“Sophie won’t be happy if you all aren’t at school,” she warns me, and I shrug.

“Apparently she’s not going to be there. She has a shopping trip to Savannah planned with her mom and sister.” Her worried frown clears, and she nods. “Well good, that means Michelle and Lucy won’t be there either. Today will actually be pleasant. I’ll make sure to tell the others not to say anything in front of Martha.”

“Thank you. I have to work a private party tonight, and I don’t want to fall asleep during it. I need the money. I’m doing a college tour next week, and it might just be the chance I need.”

She smiles, but her eyes dim a little. “I haven’t gotten any offers yet, but I keep hoping. I can’t believe Martha won’t let me get a job where you’re working either.”

“Yeah, I don’t blame her. It’s more than I thought it would be,” I tell her, hoping she can read between the lines. “You should see if the Mug Shot diner is hiring. I’m sure you’ll earn good tips there, and the hours aren’t as unreasonable as the club ones, except on Saturday night.”

“Yeah, that’s a good idea. I didn’t before because Sophie insisted it was demeaning, but at this stage, I’ll take whatever I can get.”

I forgot to speak to my dad about these kids in that house. I will do that at some stage today, when I’ve had a little more sleep.

“I’ll cross my fingers for you,” I tell her. “I just need to wash my face, and then I’ll be down there. Can you tell Martha I’m coming?”

“I will,” she says as frantic footsteps are heard on the floor above us. She giggles. “I guess Ty woke Miller.”

We exit the room and see Ty appearing from Miller’s stairway, rubbing his cheek. “Fuck, he got me.”

“He hit you?” I ask, sounding shocked, and he grimaces.

“Yeah. James found out the hard way when Miller first came to stay. He tried to wake him the first morning and ended up with a black eye, so we try to avoid it if possible, and he mostly sets his alarm, but Martha insisted he was going to oversleep. Will beat me in a round of rock-paper-scissors so it was my turn.” Both of them have pitying looks on their faces, and I feel myself mirroring them. I wonder what happened in his past that causes him to wake with violence if disturbed.

We hear Martha shouting, and they hurry downstairs as I go into the bathroom to wash my face. When I’m done, I emerge at the same time as Miller, and the both of us hurry downstairs with our backpacks.

“About time,” Martha grumbles as we tear through the kitchen just as the others are walking out the back door. “I’ll be talking to Matthew about your hours. Don’t plan on working next Thursday. I won’t have it disturbing your education,” she calls after us.

We make our way down the driveway in no time and stop at the end to wait for the bus. “Hey, Miller, do you think Ry could talk to the owners of the Mug Shot Cafe about Jessica getting a job? I’m sure someone told me their families are friends.” He looks surprised but nods.

“Ah, yeah. Sure, I guess.” Before he can say anything else, the bus pulls up, and everyone gets on except me and Miller.

“Aren’t you coming?” Cassie asks, looking between us.

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