Page 7 of Shut Up and Bite Me

“You still want more?” I ask her, praying to anyone and anything that will listen for her to say yes.

She pulls away and looks me dead in the eyes, fire burning in her stare as she groans, “Ineedit.”

Her hands drift to my pants, and her delicate fingers dip beneath the waistband, sliding down my rock-hard length.

“Shit. Ireallyneed it now,” she whimpers, licking her lips as she runs her hand up and down, making my eyes roll to the back of my head.

“Fuckkkk,” I groan as she slips her fingers beneath my boxers and wraps her hand around me, lifting my dick from my pants and pumping me from base to tip.

“Shit,” Vivian mutters harshly, definitely not in the tone I want to hear right now, and she releases me from her tantalizing grasp.

My eyes fly open, and I rush to cover myself and her, pressing her into the wall while looking around to see if we’ve been busted. But there’s no one there.

“Are you okay?” I ask her, trying to read her face, which has morphed from delicious pleasure to annoyance and anger.

She grabs my chin and quickly kisses my lips. “Oh, Greyson. I wish we had more time tonight. But I have to go. I’m so,sosorry.Trust me, I would much rather have you fucking me against this wall than be leaving. But I don’t have a choice.”

Tucking myself back into my pants, I sigh. I’m so fucking confused. “Wait—what? Why? Did I do something wrong?”

She shakes her head, genuine sadness sinking into her eyes. “Not at all. You were perfect. Goodbye, Greyson.”

She looks to her right, and I turn to see what she’s looking at, but again…there’s no one there.

“I don’t understand. Is everything oka—” My words fall to the wayside as I turn back to face her, but she’s somehow already gone, or rather…vanished.

Focusing has never been an issue of mine…until right this moment when I’m trying to study for class, and all I can possibly think about is the girl from the club last night. Thank god I agreed to go with them, or I never would have met her.

Vivian.

I’ve said her name so many times in my mind that I swear I see the outline of those six letters when I close my eyes.

Regardless of what did and didn’t happen with her, nothing’s going to be the same. She may never realize it, and I may never see her again, but she changed something in me last night, cutting a leash I wasn’t even aware I was tied to. She set me free. From my own boundaries and reservations.

I’ve got to find her, or at least try. I’ve got to do something. Even if the only thing I can do is thank her.

“No, it’s like an entire room full of like the richest people. I’m totally doing it.” Some girl’s voice pulls me from my thoughts as I incessantly tap my pen against my notebook, eavesdropping on their conversation.

“You basically just have to be a butler for a rich person for two weeks, and you leave with a life-changing kind of money. There’s no way I’m passing this up. I’ll scrub their floors with a toothbrush if they ask. I just want the cash.”

“Okay, okay, fine. I’m in. When is it?” her friend asks, and I sit up a little straighter in my chair.

Most of my life, I have scrounged up enough money to survive but never thrive. I’ve dreamed of a life where you buy what you want because you already have what you need. Thecomfort of not checking your bank account before buying a candy bar in a gas station.

I’ll wait hand and foot on some snob for a couple of weeks if it means the rest of my life will forever change.

Listening more intently, I ready my pen and paper for her next answer.

“It’s tonight. So you need to make up your mind, like now. We’ve got to be there no later than 8:00 p.m. Shit, don’t let me forget the code word. It’s a foreign language, I think.Mordere me.” I jot down every word she says, desperate to hear her mention where it’s going to be at.

“Sarah, that’s crazy, girl.” She hesitates for less than a second. “Fuck it, I’m in.”

Sarah squeals with excitement at her friend’s response. “Thank god. I didn’t want to go through this by myself.”

They giggle together and whisper something inaudible.

“Yeah, we better hurry, or we’re going to be late for the movie,” Sarah mutters, and I hear their chairs squeak against the hardwood floor as they’re pushed back.

They begin walking away, and I turn to face them, but they don’t even acknowledge me and keep on walking. Shit. What should I say?Hi, I listened to your entire conversation and want to know everything, please.

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