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Me: Please Sierra. I’m begging.

Me: Please.

MYGIRL♥?: Monday. I’ll be at school Monday.

Colton

Me: It’s me again. It’s been 2 days and nothing. But that’s okay. I can wait an eternity if that’s what you need.

Me: All I want is a chance to sit and talk to you, to explain to you face to face why I acted as I did and to prove to you I’m not that person.

Me: And if you don’t want to give it to me that’s okay too. I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness but I will do everything in my power to make up for my part in how you were treated.

Me: As long as I’m around I’ll never let anyone hurt you again.

Me: Tomorrow is my day to send Sam’s message. Maybe you can message more than the video, even if it’s a fuck you.

Chapter 24

Sierra

“Baby, are you sure you want to work tonight? Why not take Rico up on his offer?” Cyrus steps up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his head on my shoulder, kissing the top of my head softly.

Each of the guys messaged me last night. It went on and on until finally, after sending Sam’s video message back, I turned off my phone. I couldn’t take it anymore and I felt my resolve slowly cracking, well at least for one or two of them.

I know Cyrus is okay with sharing me, and I like them. I just feel so overwhelmed with everything. My brain keeps second guessing things and building up scenarios where it will all come back to kick me in the ass.

“I’m going, Cyrus. I need to work,” I remind him as I finish putting the toothpaste on my toothbrush.

“Still don’t like the thought of all those men looking at you.”

My head whips around as I furrow my brows. “And what makes them looking at me now any different than it was before?”

He spins me around so fast, I drop my toothbrush into the sink and he pulls me tightly against his body. My nipples instantly pebble.

“Because you weren’t my girlfriend then. Besides, what makes you think it didn’t bother me? I hated it. The way they leered at you like you were a piece of meat.”

“Aww, is my man jealous?” I coo as I wrap my arms around his neck.

His hands press firmly against my back and my nipples brush against the fabric of my bra, sending little electric sparks shooting through my body.

“Damn right I am.” He crushes his lips against mine, his tongue slipping between them, caressing mine. I moan softly, urging him to kiss me deeper.

Maybe I should just stay home and crawl back into bed with Cyrus. It’s how we spent yesterday. A round of morning sex and promises of more were very persuasive and is the reason I stayed home from school.

We used the whole fucking box of condoms! Now we need more.

Cyrus breaks our kiss, but his lips stay on mine as we catch our breath. We are both panting, and judging from the hardness poking into my belly, he’s just as ready as I am for another round.

“We could—”

“No, we can’t. There are no more condoms. We used the last one this morning. Now let’s get ready for work,” I remind him. He pulls away, sighing deeply.

“Fine,” he huffs, stomping his foot like a kid because he can’t get the ice cream cone he wants.

“But when we’re done at the club tonight, we are stopping on the way home to get some more.” I wink as I bite my bottom lip between my teeth.

“That’s a deal I can get behind.”

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