Page 61 of Sweet Possession

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The holidays come and go in a blur of food, fun, and family.

Yes, family.

It’s the first time since my father died that I am part of a family unit again.

His mother, Abigail, was amazing, as was his father, Seth. They were both so kind to me, and Abigail couldn’t be more excited for us and the baby. She even took me shopping, and we ended up buying a couple of cute outfits.

A couple of weeks ago, Asher and I had our scan, which revealed I was eighteen weeks along. That means I got pregnant a few months into our relationship. As much as I want to blame Asher for his super sperm, I only have myself to blame for forgetting to take my birth control.

I finally got my driver’s license, which has given me more independence, and I even drove Asher to breakfast a couple of times.

Life has been great, and even though I’m nervous about this pregnancy, I’ve felt happier than ever.

“You ready for school, angel?” Asher asks before taking a sip of coffee.

I look up from the bowl of cereal I am playing with more than eating. “Not really. Do you not think it’s weird that we haven’t heard anything? Everyone has gone quiet. Brody, Cali, Logan, and his dad.”

Asher searches my face, frowning when he no doubt sees the concern staring back at him. Rounding the counter, he cups my face, making me meet his gaze. “Angel, they’ve gone quiet because they have probably realized there is nothing they can do. Yes, they know about us, but they have no proof to take the principal. Try not to worry. I want you to focus on nothing but us.” He releases my face, his hands going to my flat stomach where he palms me. “And our baby.”

Smiling, I lean into him and rest my forehead on his chest. “I love you,” I murmur.

He kisses my hair. “I love you, angel. And our little bean. So, so much.”

Pulling back, I look him in the eyes. The love and adoration on his face makes me warm inside. “I better get going. See you at school?” I ask it as a question, but I’m not sure why since I know I will.

“Yes, baby. But you’re not going anywhere until you finish your breakfast.” Stern Asher is back.

Rolling my eyes, I pick up my spoon. “So bossy.”

He chuckles, pressing a kiss to the side of my head. “Always. Now eat up.”

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Pulling up to Coral Lakes, my good mood slowly starts to dissipate. Being away for two weeks, I forgot how much I hate this place. The only good things here are Asher and Jessa. I know Asher wants me to stay here until I graduate, but I wouldn’t mind getting my diploma online. That thought is confirmed when Logan strides towards me as I am getting out of my car.

“If it isn’t my favorite little stripper, and in a brand-new car, no less. Those tips you get must be good,” he drawls.

“What do you want, Logan?” I keep my voice strong even though what he is saying puts me on edge.

He licks his lips, eyeing me lasciviously. My stomach turns, and I think I am going to be sick at the predatory look in his eyes. “You know what I want. It’s just a case of when you’re going to give it to me.” He leans in close, making me shiver, and not in a good way. “I know you give it good to Mr. Grant, and I want a piece of that pie.”

Reeling back, I look at him. At the smug look on his entitled face. His father has obviously told him about Asher and me. Fuck, I hate them. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Why don’t you go and find someone else to terrorize?” I go to move past him, but he grabs my arm, hard, making me cry out.

“I don’t think, slut. Iknow. Now, you are going to give me what I want, or by the end of this week, the whole school will know what a little whore you are. Nothing but a stripper who happens to be fucking our math teacher to get ahead.”

I glare at him. He knows nothing about my relationship or the love between Asher and me. “If that’s what you think, why do you keep chasing after me like a desperate loser?”

He grips me harder. So hard, I know it will leave a bruise. “Because for you to get Mr. Grant’s and my father’s attention, you must have a magic pussy or something. And I want a piece of it. I promise to make it so good, you’ll drop Mr. Grant so fast, just to have another go at my cock.” He winks, making me feel nauseous.

I wriggle out of his hold, and once free, I push him away. “You’re disgusting. Just leave me the hell alone,” I spit.

He laughs sardonically. “I’ll leave you alone when I’ve had your cunt wrapped around my dick. I’ll even pay you. Sweeten the deal. I know a girl like you will never turn down money.”

I stare at him, wondering how the hell an eighteen-year-old can act like this. But then I remember his father and know I have my answer. “Go to hell, Logan.” I brush past him and stride towards the entrance.

Fuck this school, and fuck Logan Carrington.

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