Page 43 of Teacher's Pet

"I’m assuming I’m the new ‘plaything’ in this scenario?"

Megan rolls her eyes and drops onto the bed beside me, arms crossed like she’s bracing for whatever bullshit excuse I’m about to give.

"Are you seriously going to keep avoiding telling me what happened on movie night after Elijah and I left?" she presses. "Because ever since then, every time Walker is around, you look like you’re holding back vomit."

I’d like to blame my reaction on Walker alone, on the way his presence makes my skin crawl. But deep down, I know my avoidance isn’t just about him.

It’s about the man who’s been occupying my mind ever since.

And I doubt Megan would stomach the real reason why.

She narrows her eyes. "Full honesty?"

I hesitate, but nod. No point in dodging it now.

"He couldn’t get me going that night, and… I might’ve slipped up and moaned an ex’s name to get off."

Her eyes widen. "Holy shit, Ana-"

"So, as an apology, I tried to give him a blowjob and… he got rough."

Rough is an understatement.

Megan’s posture shifts instantly, her expression hardening. "Did he touch you in a way you didn’t like-"

"No, nothing like that," I cut in quickly. "It was just… a lot."

A lot in the way that made my stomach knot and my body freeze.

But here’s the fucked-up part.

When Noah was having his way with me, the pain, the bruising grip of his hands, the raw intensity of his touch, it thrilled me. Icravedit. With Walker, I was scared. But with Noah?

I only wanted more.

Tell me how one man’s brutal touch could leave me trembling in fear, while the other gets me wet just thinking about it.

Megan groans, flopping back onto the bed. "You are astronomically awful at picking men."

"Thanks for that." I scoff.

"And even worse," she continues, "I think the only reason Walker is inviting us over tonight is to live out some stupid lesbian porn fantasy in real life."

I snort, shaking my head. "I’m not making out with some random girl to stroke Walker’s ego, if that’s what you’re worried about."

Megan pouts, clearly unconvinced.

"I’m mostly using tonight as an excuse to let him down easy," I reassure her. "The alcohol gives me the courage I need to break things off."

She studies me, skeptical. Then her gaze sharpens. "And what if Cole and Erica are there?"

The question hits like a punch to the gut.

"You’re not worried they’ll make your little breakup with Walker considerably worse?" she adds, still stiff, still pissed, her usual lightheartedness gone.

I force a shrug, even though my stomach twists at the thought. "We’re not dating, Megan. This isn’t some dramatic breakup."

She doesn’t budge.

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