Page 97 of Sinful Desires

I groaned. I wasn’t sure if I had the willpower to deal with Collin’s shit today. I felt drained and exhausted despite just napping. There was no way I could handle another day of running laps all period.

“Probably.” I rubbed my eyes and propped myself against my headboard. “I have detention again after fourth period.” Which was a bit contradictory since Mr. Monroe just said he had nothing available this week.

“Wait, for what?”

A snort of amusement left me as I thought back to Sunday. “I offered to fuck him if he let me out of the test on Monday.”

She barked a surprised laugh. ‘Bitch,” she enthused. “You’re fucking crazy.”

I shrugged. “Good. Normal is boring.”

“That’s true. Oh, Hunter texted me,” she said, just remembering that major detail. “He wants to talk to me at the party on Friday.”

Unease slithered through me, consuming me whole as fear settled into my bones. “Is that such a good idea?” I queried, arching a brow. Ever since she told me about spying on them, I’ve been anxious, scared that they’re going to find out about it.

Images of Hunter violating me resurfaced. These guys didn’t care who they hurt as long as they got what they wanted. While my body might have reacted to their brand of torture, my brain had different ideas. I didn’t want Raven to be put in this position.

She shrugged. “It’s just a conversation. Hunter won’t hurt me.” She plastered on a reassuring smile—though, I wouldn’t be so confident about that statement.

“Do you think he knows that you’ve been following him?”

“Doubtful. I’m pretty sure if they did, they would have already dragged me away or something.” A laugh tumbled from her lips at the joke, but it was hard for me to find any amusement in it. Especially when I knew what they were capable of.

Deciding to drop it for now, we fell into a conversation about the party. At one point, I felt excited to go. Partying was something I knew how to do. But now, I almost felt numb to it. I just wanted my life back.

Before I knew it, two hours had passed, and it was already time for me to meet Mr. Monroe. As much as I wanted to flirt with him again, I was still dreading leaving my room. Sighing, I brought myself to my feet and started toward my closet.

I wouldn’t be going easy on him today. Slipping out of my sports bra, I started rummaging through the top drawer of my dresser in search of something more appealing.

“Are you dressing up?” Raven queried, the bed creaking as she rolled off it.

“Maybe,” I admitted with a smirk.

She laughed before bumping me out of the way, not caring that I was standing there completely topless. She started going through my things, tearing things from the hangers and going through my dresser.

Panic consumed me as I remembered my charm bracelet tucked away in the top drawer. I’d put it there for safe keeping, too afraid of losing it. I also didn’t want anyone finding it. As much as I trusted Raven, this was something that mattered too much to me.

I cautiously moved over to my bed and sat at the foot of it as I watched her intently. If she noticed my bracelet, she didn’t acknowledge it as she retrieved one of my bralettes.

When she made her way over to me, she placed all of the clothing items on the bed. My gaze roamed over them before I arched a brow at her. The skirt was red with a black plaid pattern etched into it, and the bra was a lace bralette with a see-through cover-up that matched the skirt.

I didn’t usually wear skirts, but the outfit she chose looked too appealing to pass up.

“What about underwear?” I smirked, noticing she hadn’t grabbed any.

“You’ll be going commando,” she answered easily. “Panties will just get in the way.”

A laugh bubbled up from my throat and I shook my head in amusement. Flirting with him had been fun but was merely a game. I didn’t expect him to actually hook up with me. He seemed too stubborn for that. Plus, he was married.

“Fine,” I agreed, standing.

She made her way back to her bed and left me to get dressed. The outfit clung to my body nicely and left little to the imagination. Next, I touched up my hair and makeup and slipped into my combat boots.

The outfit was extremely sexy, but it was after school hours, so it wasn’t like I could get in trouble for it. Raven smiled at me from her bedside.

“You look great,” she praised.

As I moved toward the door, every step had cool air hitting my pussy and the feeling was…weird. The slightest breeze would have me flashing the whole school.

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