Breaking Her Bully: The High School Bully Romance Box Set

by Bella King

  He tensed up, groaning and slipping his hands down to my ass cheeks as he plunged into my ocean, pumping hot white sperm into my water. I felt it squirting inside, and I pulled him deeper to get it all inside. This was his essence, his soul, and I wanted to keep it.

  I saw weakness in his eyes once he climaxed. He had given up a part of himself inside of me, and I saw the coldness melt away into a vulnerable warmth. I didn’t get to catch it for long, because he slumped down onto me, resting his head on my shoulder as our breaths slowed in unison.

  Apollo lifted his head after a moment, and he smiled down at me, his hair disheveled in the sexiest way. “You’re mine, Georgia.”

  “I hate you,” I said, looking up at him in wonder.

  He rose up, towering over me in the crimson light of the evening. “I love you too.”

  Chapter 22

  Total destruction leaves calmness in its wake.

  Apollo and I got dressed, leaving my bedroom together after we had cleaned ourselves up in the bathroom. I laughed at his frantic attempt to restyle his hair. He didn’t have any product, and I didn’t use hair gel. Watching him fiddle with the hair on top of his head was amusing, to say the least. It felt natural, relaxed, and his guard was down completely. I liked this side of him.

  “Do you have hairspray or something?” He asked, struggling to get his messy hair back to its prior state of neatness.

  “I might have something, but this shit will rip a hole in the ozone layer,” I said, pulling out an old can of hairspray that I had used to seal the paint on a project for school one time. It would glue your hair like plastic if you used it, but Apollo seemed happy to have it.

  He sprayed a generous amount into his brown hair, putting it into a position that it would never leave until he washed it vigorously. This was the kind of stuff hair metal bands used in the 80s.

  “How do I look?” Apollo asked, turning to me and smiling, his hair a stiff swoop on the top of his head.

  “Fine,” I said shrugging. I didn’t see why he was so concerned about his hair, but then again, he did have an ego the size of a football field.

  “Great, let’s go,” Apollo said, grabbing my arm and pulling me out of the bathroom before I had the chance to check myself in the mirror one last time.

  I almost didn’t want to go down to dinner with our fathers. My mom was apparently out for the evening with some friends, which was why my father had invited Apollo and Mr. Winterlake over. It would just be us four at the dinner table tonight.

  I wore something different, one of the new dresses that I had bought for school. I figured now was as good a time as any to start improving my image. I was going to be dining with Mr. Winterlake, after all, so I didn’t want to look drab.

  “Ah, there they are,” my father said as Apollo and I entered the dining room. “We were just about to all you down.”

  I smiled, trying to maintain composure as Apollo reached around and grabbed my ass cheek. I swatted his hand away, but nobody seemed to notice. Our fathers were far too busy surveying the elaborate food laid out on the table to care about what Apollo and I were up to.

  It appeared that my father had ordered some type of expensive catering service. He certainly wasn’t able to cook this well and wouldn’t have had time to prepare food this quickly, even if he was. I was staring, having only eaten celery that day, so I easily pushed the awkwardness out of my head from what Apollo and I had just done in my bedroom and sat down at the table to begin feasting on the delicious meal in front of me.

  Apollo sat beside me while Mr. Winterlake and my father sat across from us. They seemed eager to dive back into the conversation they were having before we had come to eat.

  I grabbed a roll off the table, shoving it into my mouth as Mr. Winterlake addressed me. “Your father told me that you’re trying to get into Winterlake University. Is that so?”

  I nodded, swallowing a too-big bite of dry bread. I nearly choked on it, grabbing a glass of water and wetting my mouth enough to finish swallowing it.

  Mr. Winterlake smiled pleasantly, ignoring my lack of manners. He waved a hand in the air. “Consider it done. I have a seat on the board of directors there.”

  I leaned back in my seat, surprised by how easy that was. I wondered if I told Mr. Winterlake about his demon of a son if he could make that problem disappear just as quickly.

  My dad nodded, trying to tell me something with his eyes and smile.

  “Thank you,” I blurted, finding my words.

  Mr. Winterlake smiled as though it were cute that I could barely function at the dinner table without ques from my father. “Apollo is going to the same University. He’s already been accepted to their professional football league. Isn’t that right, Apollo?”

  Apollo nodded beside me. I could see the pride in his eyes. This was the most human he looked since I had met him. It made me feel soft and happy for him. I reached under the table and rubbed his thigh. His hand clasped onto my mine, squeezing it lightly in response.

  “We have a deal coming up,” Mr. Winterlake continued, turning his head to address my father. “There’s an oil pipeline that I’m buying. I’d like to have a cosigner on the deal.”

  My father’s face grew excited. “Where is it?”

  “It’s local. Up in Alaska. If you would like to join me in this venture, we could draw up some paperwork after dinner. I’d like to lay out my plans for you to review.”

  “Absolutely,” my father was quick to say.

  “Excellent,” Mr. Winterlake said with a curt nod. “It’s a done deal. I think I’m ready to enjoy this food now. It looks wonderful,” he said, picking up a fork.

  I noticed that everyone but me had waited for him to start before digging into the food strewn out on the table. I blushed, taking longer this time to start eating. I was so damn hungry, though, so once everyone was too busy piling their plates high to notice me, I shoved another roll in my mouth and followed it with more water.

  Dinner was nothing less than phenomenal. Our fathers were engaged in conversation again, leaving Apollo and me to talk softly with each other.

  “So, not going to ruin my life?” I asked, squeezing Apollo’s thigh under the table.

  “It depends,” Apollo teased.

  “On what?”

  “On how often you give your pussy to me,” he replied, scooping scalloped potatoes into his mouth.

  “You know, Cora is going to kill me for this,” I said, grimacing at the thought of her fury over me finally giving into Apollo’s wicked charm.

  “I’ll take care of her,” Apollo said, waving his fork in the air.

  “No, you certainly will not,” I said, pushing his hand down. “She’s my friend.”

  Apollo shrugged but didn’t press the issue further. I didn’t want him causing more trouble than he already had in my life. There had to be a way I could work this out with Cora so as not to ruin our friendship. I didn’t want to choose between Apollo and her.

  I wasn’t sure what would become of Apollo and I, after all this, but everything seemed to be coming together in a good way. I was surprised by how nice he was after I finally stopped making his chase me. I even felt a little guilty for holding off on him for so long.

  Perhaps I shouldn’t have, after everything he had done. It was undeniably immature, but perhaps this could be the start of a new story between us. Shedding off the dead skin that we fought in before wasn’t going to happen overnight, but I felt that we had made huge strides in the right direction in the bedroom.

  It should have come as no surprise that sex was the only thing to soothe Apollo’s restless soul. He seemed so calm and heartful now at the dinner table. I wanted this moment to last forever.

  Chapter 23

  Good things come and go, but so do bad things.

  After dinner with Apollo and his father, my dad was as thrilled as I had ever seen him, bouncing off the walls with excitement on the deal he had cosigned with Mr. Winterlake. I only wished that he would e
xtend that same exuberance to my mother when she arrived home, but it was doubtful.

  Apollo and his father left, with Apollo winking at me as he left. I felt hopeful about us, and even though he had used questionable tactics to get me beneath him, I didn’t regret it. I felt complete now that he had bedded me, and I wanted this to continue.

  Maybe I was crazy for liking what he had done to me, but I couldn’t deny the way my body had felt with him on top of me, thrusting and pumping everything he had inside my pussy. It was beautiful. I never thought my first time would be with him, though.

  I wouldn’t ever forget the moment he first entered me. I would relieve it in my mind as I fell asleep that night, almost wishing he would drop into my bedroom while I slept to wake me up and do it again. That’s how good it was.

  I was tired after the excitement of the day, and my body wasn’t thanking me for how much food I had eaten during dinner. It urged me to collapse into a food coma in my bed, and I complied, wobbling up the stair and entering my bedroom.

  It was dark now, but I could still make out the indent in my sheets where Apollo and I had laid. I removed my clothes, walking up to it, and taking a breath in. The room still smelled like him, and probably would for a while.

  I dove into the sheets, balling them up and tucking them beneath my head. I inhaled Apollo’s scent again, dragging it out of the fabric into my nostrils. I couldn’t get enough of it. I mused at the fact that I was acting like a girl in love, until I realized that I was in love, or at least, falling in love.

  I curled up tight , pushing my face into the relaxing aroma again to forget about the thought I just had. I wasn’t in love, and It didn’t matter anyway. I should enjoy what I had and not think about the future.

  I fell asleep quickly that way.

  Chapter 24

  A good trap looks like a trap but catches us anyway.

  Monday. The end of fall break.

  Mondays are always days that people complain about. I didn’t exactly love them, but I never hated a Monday until now. School wasn’t the issue. It was what I would miss when school began again that bothered me.

  I had to return to school, but I didn’t want to. I wanted to live this fantasy with Apollo forever, lost in his endless charm and niceness now that we had broken down the wall between us. He was totally different when he was naked and on top of me. I found that out quickly.

  We had made love so many times now that I lost track. He woke me up the night after he can over, fucking me and filling me up as many times as he could before creeping back out home. I wanted him to stay, but he didn’t the first time.

  The second time saw us falling asleep in each other’s arms, and the third I slept over at his place for the first time. It was perfection, and I hated that school was about to start and ruin the system we had going. I was just starting to get comfortable, and Apollo was really opening up to me.

  We had talked a lot about our families in the past few days. I understood where he came from now, with his father putting much more emphasis on his achievements in football than on who he was as a person. It was no wonder Apollo felt the need to cheat the system to stay on the team.

  We smoked a pack of cigarettes together one night, sitting on my roof and gazing up at the stars while we talked about the future and the things that could be. I was happy now that we were going to go to the same university. It took some of the stress off my mind about the remaining year. I didn’t even have to try too hard with my grades if I was guaranteed entrance by Apollo’s father. It was more important that I kept good relations with him instead.

  On the nights that it rained, Apollo would creep in smelling like it, so natural and pure. It delighted me to hold him close and keep him warm from the storms outside.

  But now, it was time for school to begin again. It was colder, a chill in the morning air that stood throughout the day, unwilling to move, reminding us that winter was soon to be here. I bundled up on the first day of school, dressed he best that I could, with my makeup on point.

  When I entered the building again, I couldn’t find Cora. She hadn’t messaged me at all since she had left for the mountains, and I was beginning to grow worried. She usually walked with me to school, but maybe she was taking a longer break or had been slow to return. I hoped everything was alright.

  “Hey, slut,” a girl shouted, throwing a balled-up piece of paper at me.

  I turned to her, and she snickered, running away. I shook my head and continued to my locker. When I got there, I saw that someone had spray painted it in red paint.

  Slut.

  Whore.

  Filthy.

  Bitch.

  The words stung when I saw them, reminding me that it was Apollo who had been behind the initial wave of insults toward me. He better correct this mistake quickly because I wouldn’t last long at school, seeing this nonsense on my locker. I was tired of being bullied.

  I searched for Cora, going to her locker and waiting by it. It was almost time for classes when she finally walked in, looking worried and rushed.

  “Where have you been?” I asked, holding a hand up as she threw open her locker.

  “I got back late,” she said, throwing books into her bookbag without making eye contact. “We can talk later. I got to get to class.”

  “Alright,” I said slowly, getting bad vibes from the way she was acting. This was unusual coming from Cora. She was almost always bubbly and confident. Now she looked like she was trying to avoid me. Did she know something about Apollo and me?

  It was impossible. She had been gone the whole time, and I never messaged her about anything. Maybe she was angry that I hadn’t sent her a single message for the entire break. That could be it.

  Cora shut her locker, dashing off the class. I watched her leave, her posture hunched over like she wanted to avoid being seen. She didn’t look angry. She looked afraid. What the hell was going on?

  I smelled Apollo’s cologne in the air, but I didn’t see him. Maybe he had been down the hallway. I didn’t have time to go looking for him. I needed to get to class. I hoisted my bookbag on my shoulders and hurried down the hall so that I wasn’t late.

  The humdrum of classes put routine back into my life, but it all felt unimportant after what had happened between Apollo and me. This euphoric carelessness would fade, no doubt, but I was enjoying it while it pumped through my veins.

  I finished the first few periods without seeing anyone, but I spotted Cora standing with Apollo, shouting at him after class. At first, I thought she was tearing him a new one after hearing that we were involved, but as I got closer, I could see tears streaming down her cheeks.

  “You told me it wouldn’t fucking happen,” Cora shouted, stomping her foot so hard onto the tiles that it cracked.

  I pulled my head back as I approached the two of them, unsure whether it was appropriate for me to get involved. I couldn’t resist it, though, because they were both close to me now.

  “What’s going on?” I asked.

  Apollo flashed me a guilty look. “I guess Cora wasn’t a big fan of what happened.”

  I shook my head in confusion. Why would she be crying about it? I had never heard her use profanity like that either. This was totally out of character for her. “I don’t understand.”

  Cora spun around to me, disgust washing over her teary face. “You fucking bitch. I told you to stay away from him.”

  “Woah now,” I said, holding up my hands. “It’s not that big a deal.”

  “Yes, it is,” she shrieked, looking like she wanted to snap my neck.

  Apollo looked like he knew more than he was letting on.

  “Can someone explain to me what the fuck is going on? Why are you so pissed?” I asked Cora.

  She was trembling, raining a finger, and jabbing it into my chest. “You fucked Apollo, didn’t you?”

  “Um, yeah,” I answered. “A few times, actually.”

  Apollo held a finger to his lips, trying to hush me.


  “You stole him from me,” Cora said, her eyes welling up with tears again.

  “What?” I asked, genuinely taken aback by her words.

  “We used to date,” Apollo said with a sigh. “But that was years ago.”

  Cora shot him a dirty look. “Shut the hell up, fuckboy.”

  I laughed, perhaps in poor taste, but I found it funny that Cora would call him that. I had no clue that they had ever been involved. That would explain why she was so opposed to him. Did she secretly want him back or something? Was that why she had been trying to keep me away from him?

  “It’s not your choice who I date, Cora,” Apollo replied. “You always demonized me anyway. It’s over.”

  “When the fuck were you two dating?” I asked.

  “Like, last year, stupid,” Cora replied. “Before he decided that he liked you better.”

  “We were never dating. I fucked you. That’s all,” Apollo said.

  Cora shrieked again, slamming a small fist against the locker beside her. It left a dent in the thin white metal. “We were dating, you fucking moron. And now, I find out you’re fucking Georgia. How could you?”

  “We weren’t dating, Cora. It was one night. That’s it,” Apollo insisted, his arms crossed over his broad chest.

  I shook my head again. This was so much for me to process. I looked back and forth between Cora and Apollo, but I had no idea who to side with now. I hadn’t wanted this to tear us apart, but now I saw that I had pulled apart a hornet’s nest, thinking it was a hive full of honey.

  Apollo looked at me, apologetically. “We probably need to talk about some things,” he said softly.

  “We definitely do,” I replied.

  Cora shoved past me, sobbing and running away from us. She could no longer handle the situation and had to leave. I knew that feeling all too well, but this was upsetting for me as well. I felt like both of them had been hiding this from me. I felt like a homewrecker.

  “I’m sorry about that,” Apollo said, grimacing. “I meant to explain that to you, but I thought she had gotten over it.”