Page 153 of Forbidden Lessons

I ignore the gift bag and go straight for the tote, pulling out an envelope with a few wrinkled bills inside.

Jackpot.

They get crammed into my pocket, but something doesn’t feel right, so I pull them out again.

There’s a folded up page between them.

I recognize it instantly.

She fuckingkeptthis?

My thumb runs over the paper, and I can’t help but open it.

I’m instantly transported back to the day I got this letter. Coming from some strange address out in Ashwood Crossing. If the details hadn’t been handwritten on the outside, I’d have tossed it.

But I recognized the handwriting.

And I got all fucking excited, because it was the first time Haven had written me in a while. She was finally apologizing, she’d maybe even say she’d had a change of heart, that I wasn’t a loser, that I’d done the right thing, that we could still be friends?—

I WISH I NEVER MET U

I FUCKING HATE U

BURN IN HELL

FUCK ME?

FUCK YOU!!!

But Haven wants what Haven wants, and she’s a little fucking bitch if she doesn’t get her way. So I scrawled back a response on the same piece of paper and mailed it the fuck back to her.

I shove the paper back inside the envelope and hesitate before cramming it into my pocket with the cash.

Then I go back to the tote bag for more, feeling my way around in the dark. Books, more books, a pen that pokes the tip of my finger, then…

Fucking gold.

I come out holding a spiral-bound notebook.

ACTIVITY LOG

Fuck. I could turn on a light and read this shit straight away, but then I’d be a sitting duck for anyone just looking my way. Right now, I’m obscured by shadows.

I could do anything in the dark.

So I take out my cock and relive every second of what just happened upstairs.

And fuck me, the replay is even better.

Chapter 43

Haven

I barely slip past Melissa undetected, hiding in the shadow of an open door further up the hall from our room. Only when I hear the toilet flush and hear her flick off the bathroom’s light switch, do I dare peek out.

She doesn’t look in my direction even once.

After five slow counts, I sneak into the bathroom, naked but for a pair of incredibly wet panties. I slip into the shower as soon as the water is warm enough to bear, and peel my underwear off with a grimace.

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