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Standing in the middle of my room was Jameson, wearing his dark t-shirt, jeans and boots but no jacket. His hair was soaked and slicked to the side, droplets of water clung to his lashes and nose.
“You didn’t tell me you were coming.”
“You should have told me.”
“Because moments after I buried my father, I was supposed to be drowning in grief and yet one look at you, and I felt...joy. You ruined the saddest day of my life…all because I
wasn’t prepared to see you. I wasn’t planning on you…and then there you were.”
focus went to my lips as he continued, “I wanted to be angry today. Sad. But then you showed up, and you look different, Pen. More beautiful than I—I…”
“You’re a tragedy in your own way, just hanging around in my chest like a poison, slowly infecting my heart.”
“I hope you forgive me for being selfish tonight, Pen. Because this day is about to end, and while it has been the shittiest day of my life, your taste is the only thing I want to remember.”
“You going to let me fuck you, Penny?”
“You’re nineteen…what do you mean you haven’t?”
“Just hasn’t happened for me.”
“But you look like—” He scanned me from head to toe. “That.”
“Fuck, we can’t do this then.”
“Why not, I’m willing…if you wanted, then I would—”
“This was just for tonight. You’re going back to your life…I just needed a release, Pen.”
“Good. You should go back…there’s nothing for you here.”
“This is the carving I was doing that night you threw it across the garage.”
“Why did you keep it?”
“Because I was in love with you, and I wanted to have something of yours.”
“You were in love ...
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“I hate when you do that. You’re too beautiful to lower your face, Pen. It’s a shame to hide it in any capacity at any time.”
“Was…yes, back in high school.”
“When did you fall out of love with me?”
“Shortly after that night.”
The lie strangling me with a silent grip. I was hurt and angry with him after that night, but I had sadly never fallen out of love with him.
“It was good to see you, Pen. I hope you find a good guy to lose your virginity to…and to one day marry if that’s what you want to do.”
“What about you? What’s your future supposed to look like?”
“The club is my life now…guess that will have to be enough.”
He had abs for days and fucking days.
My midnight ruin. Starlight eyes, burning flesh and bone. A bruised heart, crushed by all our good intentions.
I wanted to know what it meant. Who he was talking about, and why it seemed like there was so much pain behind each word.
“You do eye-fuck him. A lot.”
“You’re one of us now, and we take care of each other.”
“You okay, babe?” The term of endearment shot straight to my core, making me wet in a way that I hadn’t been since last night when he’d texted me the emoji of the lock.
He’d broken my heart, and to this day, he probably didn’t even know…or if he did, it was likely that he didn’t care.
Fake or not, wearing Jameson’s name on my back had been a dream of mine since I was
old enough to understand what they meant. Sewn in white were the words: Property of Jameson King
On each shoulder, there were white stars sewn in, along with patches that read: President’s Wife.
He was warm sunshine on a lazy summer day. Heat soaked dirt and fresh grass. He was peace. My peace. The one steady thing I’d clung to for half my life.
“Leaving so soon, Prez? We wanted a chance to talk to your pretty new fiancée.” “You don’t get to speak to her. Ever.” Jameson warned with a deadly tone. “Now get the fuck out of my way.”
Regardless that I now knew they were dead because Jamie
had killed them, I still couldn’t shake this shuddering feeling in my chest.
I hated being alone. I just wanted Jamie,
His smooth voice caressed something inside me that needed to be fucked, and fucked hard.
“Well, I would, but my vibrator isn’t as pleasurable these days.”
“Why not?”
“It’s a small wand vibrator, and with my stomach, I’m having a hard time reaching my clit without twisting to do it. It starts to hurt my side after a while.”
“Would you—” he started then stopped. “If I could help…would you…”
“I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable,” I said as a way to protect my heart.
“It wouldn’t make me uncomfortable…it doesn’t have to mean anything. I just know you have needs…with the hormones and stuff. I don’t mind helping you. I can also just find you a longer wand online and have it shipped here.”
