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It took me at least a minute to catch my breath and gather my thoughts. I was still angry with Sonny for blowing me off via text message. He didn’t deserve dirty talk or an orgasm, but fuck if it didn’t feel amazing. Now fully relaxed and ready to get back to sleep, I didn’t want to get up, but I had cum sticking to my skin.

I slid off the bed, wandered back into the bathroom in a haze, and turned the knobs on the shower. “Well, that was unexpected,” I said, breaking the silence between us. “Good talk, Pretty Boy. I gotta take a shower.”

“I have to meet my team for practice. Guess I should take another shower.” I heard him move around, bumping into something as he walked. “Too bad you’re not here with me to wash the cum off my stomach.”

“This was the last time,” I told him. “You better file it away in your spank bank.”

“I never said I was done with you,” he shot back.

I held my hand under the water to test the temperature and adjusted the cold water. “Remember what I told you the first day we spent on your yacht?”

“Yeah,” he muttered. “I know where this is going.”

“It’s not fair to Ella for us to see each other behind her back.”

“And it’s not fair to us not to see where this goes.”

I yanked off my boxer briefs and kicked them across the heated tiled floor. “I can’t do that to Ella. We can be friends.”

Sonny let out a derisive snort. “I have enough friends.”

Then, the call disconnected.

Chapter Thirty

ELLA

By Monday morning, everything changed. Sonny passed me in the hallway without a second look in my direction like we hadn’t spent Saturday night into Sunday morning getting acquainted with each other’s bodies. He was surrounded by Marcello and a bunch of his football buddies. A few of the players snickered at me. One even called me a whore.

We were back to normal.

Ella, the nobody.

Ella, the freak.

Tears welled in my bottom lids as Sonny disappeared down the hallway, swept up by the masses. Walking faster, I rushed toward the bathroom, desperate to escape the taunting looks of my peers. Maybe I was paranoid, but I swore they all laughed and whispered about me. The stupid girl who thought she could have the hottest boy in school.

With each step I took toward painting class, the voices in the hallway grew louder. The loudest comments came from the jealous girls smirking and laughing at me.

“Did Sarah tell you about what happened on Saturday night?”

“I heard she was with Sonny and the new guy. You know, the hot one who looks like Ryan Phillipe.”

“What a slut?”

“I know, right? Total whore.”

“She’s such a loser.”

Unable to contain the tears spilling down my cheeks, I darted into the bathroom as a deep, male voice said my name. It sounded like Aiden, but over the cacophony of laughter, I couldn’t focus on anything else.

I pushed on the door to an open stall and stepped inside, my heart pounding like a drum. Girls gathered around the sink, fixing their hair and makeup. Leaning against the wall, I breathed through my nose to control my heartbeat.

“That’s her,” a blonde girl said to a busty brunette, her head tipped at the stall.

I could see them in the gap between the door and wanted to die. There wasn’t a single place at Astor Prep that was safe. Not with the entire school knowing my name… and for all the wrong reasons. Being invisible sounded like a good option at this moment.

Someone entered the bathroom, slamming the door into the wall, causing the girls to gasp.

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