Page 108 of Destroying Everleigh

As expected, the period dragged on ever-so-slowly. By the time we were released, I wanted to pull my damn hair out. Ashton has made it his mission to get under my damn skin today—more so than usual. I’m fairly certain that I lost a few brain cells after being stuck with him alone for an entire period.

I just needed to get through my third class and then I could take my aggression out on the soccer field. I was just glad that we didn’t have to share a table in this class. Kash was in front of me, and Jameson was at a different seat entirely.

This period was going by a lot more smoothly, and we were about halfway in when a knock sounded at the door, tearing me from my workbook. A stitch formed between my brows as a man in an expensive-looking suit wandered in with a large pink box that had an envelope taped to the top of it. He spoke quietly to our professor for a few moments before turning on his heels and moved directly toward me.

My body tensed as he placed the box on my desk. Confusion skittered through me as I took in the envelope attached to the top of the box.

To: Everleigh Knight.

From: Daddy D.

I stifled a surprised laugh and glanced up at the man in confusion. “What is this?”

A flicker of amusement crossed his features. “Dallas wanted me to deliver this to you directly.” He gave me a slight nod before pivoting and striding out of the classroom.

I’d almost forgotten about Dallas completely. My skin felt clammy as I glanced around the classroom, and sure enough, everyone was staring. Of course that asshole had to gift me something right in the middle of school. Nervous energy prickled along my skin. When I glanced up, Kash was staring at me, boring holes into my face with the intensity of his gaze.

“Daddy D?” he asked dryly with an arched eyebrow.

Humiliation burned through me. This probably looked horrible from the outside looking in. In fact, itwashorrible. Prostitution was prostitution. At least it was only with one guy, and he wasn’t awful on the eyes. That thought didn’t make me feel much better about it, though.

I shrugged nonchalantly. “What? You don’t have a daddy kink?” I smirked.

His eyes heated up at that, and suddenly, I felt like I was under a microscope. Of course that turned him on. This was the same guy that shoved his tongue down my throat in the kitchen, ground up against me, and spit in my mouth. My thighs tightened at the memory. Fuck. I wanted to pick up where we left off, but that was out of the cards. After he and his friends cost me my job, they could all get bent.

I blew out a breath and tore the envelope from the box before opening it.

I’ll pick you up at six. Make sure to wear this with one of your sexy robes. Black preferably

~Dallas

My eyebrows dipped in confusion and I lifted the lid, peering inside. My breath caught in my throat at the bundle of black lace that sat in the bottom of the box.

“What is it?” Kash pressed.

I shook my head. There was no way I was telling him anything. I moved to close the lid, but he snatched the box from my grasp before I could. His eyebrows rose when he glanced inside and then he shot me an accusing look.

Grinding my teeth in both embarrassment and humiliation, I snatched the box and placed the lid back on before shoving it into my bag.

“Who sent that to you?” he demanded, his jaw ticking with something resembling anger.

I shrugged. “Looks like I have a secret admirer.” If only that was the case. If it was just some creepy fuck who had the hots for me, I’d have no obligation to him.

Kash narrowed his eyes. “Don’t fuck with me. You know damn well whoDaddy Dis.”

I snorted a laugh. Hearing the wordDaddycome out of Kash’s mouth was priceless. “Why are you so concerned?” I countered. “It’s really none of your fucking business, is it?”

Anger flashed across his face, giving him a darker look. He reminded me of Ashton in this moment. Full of resentment and dark promises. A chill swept down my spine and I averted my gaze, waiting for him to turn the hell around so I could breathe again. He continued glaring daggers at the side of my face for a few more minutes before he turned in his seat. Relief rolled off me in waves, and I relaxed my muscles some. But that was short-lived when my mind drifted to Dallas. He was finally requesting my…services. My nose scrunched up in distaste. For my sake, I genuinely hoped he was a vanilla kind of guy.

After class, I went straight to the locker rooms and tugged on a pair of shorts. I threw my hair into a messy ponytail anddrifted out onto the field. Coach had us all line up to start on drills, which I was thankful for. My head was too warped for a scrimmage or game. After a few stretches, we all took turns dribbling the ball in and out of cones that had been set up.

I spotted Briley further down the line. She shot me a glare before looking away abruptly and my chest tightened. How long was she going to be mad at me for?

Next, we lined up in groups of three and worked on our passes. As practice stretched on, my body started to relax. It was easy to forget when you were having fun and occupying your mind with something you loved. My foot connected with the ball, sending it directly in the corner of the goal. The net swooshed from the contact and a small burst of adrenaline shot through my veins. It was nearly impossible to score when playing defense. But asthma was no joke. As much as I wanted to play offense, it wasn’t in the cards for me anymore.

I jogged to the end of the line to wait my turn again. My eyes were glued on the next group of people who were making their way down the field, passing the ball until it was time for one of them to shoot.

Lucas was good on his feet. He was much better at footwork than I was. It was almost a talent. I had speed, and being short also helped a lot, believe it or not. I could also kick fairly well. But when it came to orchestrated moves, that wasn’t my strongest point.

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