Page 95 of F*ck It Out With A Devil

There, standing in the doorway, is Wyck and all his friends.

“Gentlemen, how can I help you?”

“Don’t ask a loaded question like that, Miss Walker, or we will show you what you can do to help us.” Wyck smiles, but it’s far from friendly. He’s trying to intimidate or scare me.

“Look, I don’t know why all of a sudden you all show your faces to me now when it doesn’t even matter.”

“Now, Athens, you know we know each other better than that.” Wells whispers, pulling out a mask and putting it on his face.

“Spade?” I croak as my cheeks begin to flame and my pussy begins to throb. I reach out to touch his face as his eyes slide closed, but not before he places his hand on top of mine. “You all have to leave my office, right now. What if someone were to see us like this?”

“Like what?” Karter asks.

“In a closed room, too close like this.” I whine.

“Athens, nothing is going on. Besides, I already told you, I own this school.” He says. “Correction, we own this school and so much more.”

“No.” I’m momentarily stunned as I come to realize, “You five are The Devils of Cliffside?”

“Yes, but you already knew that, didn’t you?” Karter says, still with that megawatt smile beaming so bright, it’s threatening to blind me.

“How would I know?” I lie.

“Athens, you don’t want me to show the others how we played together before class, do you?” He winks, and my panties are drenched.

My eyes light up, but not at the thought of him doing that, no, it’s from the thought that he would do that in front of them with no questions asked. Why would he mention that? Now? Out of nowhere, and he justhasto say it in front of them.

“You mean to tell us, you left us out. Tsk, tsk, that won’t do, Wyck. We like to play, too.” Karter says, licking his lips.

“I need to leave. I have to get ready for tonight.” I say, easing my way through them because they have formed a circle around me.

“What’s going on tonight?” Wyck asks.

“You’re in the wrong business.” I say, grabbing my purse. Not even caring about locking anything up in my haste to exit all this testosterone. He reaches out, grabs my wrist, and spins me around.

“Your business ismybusiness. Start talking, or I’ll let Karter deal with you tonight.“ He promises.

“Let me go, Wyck.” I growl.

“Did you hear that, boys, our Little Fox growled at us.” He laughs as they follow his lead.

“I’m not you guys’ anything. Let me go.” I grumble, ripping my wrist from within his grasp. “You don’t have the right to touch me like that. What we shared three years ago was-”

“Phenomenal.” He whispers.

“Extraordinary.” Wells says, causing me to look at him.

“Please, let me go.” I whisper as the first tear rolls down my cheek.

Finally he does what I ask. As soon as he lets me go, I run from my office and out of my door faster than I thought possible.

I just had to get out of there. Staying a moment longer would have resulted in me giving in to whatever they wanted, asked, or told me to do, and I can’t give them that type of power over me. Or could I?

I’m so mixed up, that I’m not sure what I need to do. I’ve already run to Aunt Josie once, and I don’t want to keep getting her involved in my personal life. I could tell Gaia, but she would only encourage me to do bad things. She’s never liked Bash. He gave me a good reason to end it all the other night, but something is telling me to give him another chance.

‘You know the truth, Athens, you are doing a great job of making it seem like it wasn’t what it truly was. You have a way of hiding things when you know longer wish to see them as real.’

Why oh why does the voice always have to spew reasonable things? Like, who asked you? Ugh, I get into my car and head home.

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