Page 38 of Treason's Temptation
“C’s still get degrees. It’s not the end of the world.”
“It will be if I can’t get into med school. Would you want a C medical student treating you? Maybe, Sloane was right.”
“We’re not doing that, Ray,” I said sternly. “If you don’t want to be a doctor, don’t, but let it be your decision and not the bullshit she’s put in our heads.”
“I want to be a doctor,” Rayven admitted.
“Then don’t give up. It’s hard because it’s new. Not because you can’t do it. Believe in yourself and ask for help.”
“I need to see you. Can you come visit?”
“I don’t know, Squirt. I’m in the middle of something.”
“Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, yeah,” I rushed out to calm her nerves. “I just miss you, but I’m proud. My baby is all grown up.”
“Come see how grown up your baby really is! It’ll be fun. You can meet all my friends, and I can show you around campus.”
My eyes watered listening to her rave about her life. Rayven was doing all the things I never got a chance to, and that somehow motivated me to endure my sentence with Treason.
“You don’t want your annoying older sister tagging along with your friends.”
“You’re not annoying. I could really use a hug and s’mores. Please, Vie!” Rayven whined.
“That’s why you really want me to come. So I can cook for you?”
“S’mores is not real cooking, but I do miss you.”
“I’ll see what I can do.”
“Are you really or just saying that so I’ll stop begging?”
“I’ll really see what I can do, but I need to finish something. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“Have fun. Love you, Vie!”
“Love you too, Squirt. Be safe and remember to ask for help.”
Rayven agreed and hung up the phone. I needed to get to Rayven, and that meant gaining Treason’s trust. I stood up and gave myself a once-over in the mirror, wondering if Treason was a bad boy or someone who's done bad things. There was something about his dominant side that put me in my place, yet never went too far.
“Then what do you call getting me arrested and moving me in?” I asked myself.
You can do this, Vie. He’s got money and looks like he has a big-.
“Focus! We’re not here for that,” I whispered, needing the reminder to flow back in my own ears.
But since we’re here. Why the hell can’t we have some fun? I know you felt it when he let you feel him up in that luxurious suite. If you were going to get caught, you damn sure should’ve left with something.
Snatching the curtain back, I stepped out of the dressing room to quiet my thoughts.
“Damn!” Fallon was floored, staring at me. “I’d fuck you.”
“There will be no fucking tonight, but thanks. That’s a big compliment from you.”
Fallon smirked and took a call, walking to the front of the store. She wasn’t lying. There were a lot of eyes, ears, and cameras blocking the oversized store window. Being with Treason meant attending more diverse events. After trying on clothes, I left the dressing room to catch the end of Fallon’s conversation with someone complaining about Treason.
When she hung up, we left and had lunch, then checked in at the spa. The receptionist sang Treason’s praises for being such a good man, all because he made an appointment. I wasn’t as easily impressed, but my anger stood no chance against the masseuse.
