by Bella King
Time began to slow down as I awkwardly got undressed in the bathroom. Every movement of my body was slow and deliberate, my brain having to concentrate hard just to do basic tasks. Whatever I had smoked was some strong shit.
I wrapped myself in a towel and left the bathroom, meeting with Anthony in the common room.
“The spa is like thirty seconds from here,” Anthony said, throwing a towel over his bare shoulder.
He was wearing small swim trunks that clung to his junk even before getting wet. I got the feeling that this spa time was going to be way more intimate than I wanted it to be. I already had seen more of Anthony’s body than I had wanted to and we weren’t even in the hot tub yet.
I nodded, my mouth too dry now to speak comfortably. I needed something to drink, but they would have drinks at the spa. All I needed to do was to not freeze on the way there.
Anthony opened the front door and stepped out, taking a deep breath of air as the cold hit us. I yelped, and began running for the spa, tearing past Anthony on my way. I could hear his laughter behind me as I sprinted in the freezing cold, my nipples growing hard instantly and the goosebumps on my legs getting painful firm.
Anthony seemed unbothered by it all, but he was probably high off his ass. He walked slowly to the spa after me.
I had already grabbed a cold drink and slipped into one of the many hot tubs laid out in the large dimly lit room when Anthony arrived. There was a single person at reception and the place held a few people scattered around the tubs, but other than that, we were alone.
Anthony slid into the bubbling water beside me, sighing loudly as he sunk in. The water enveloped most of his body, leaving just his decorated shoulders peeking up from the white foam that rolled on top of the water.
“This feels amazing,” Anthony exclaimed.
I had to agree. I had never attempted to get into a hot tub while I was high before, and this opened up a whole new world of relaxation for me. I almost felt guilty for feeling this good.
“What the hell did we smoke,” I said, letting a giggle slip as I looked over at Anthony’s expression. He looked like he was having an orgasm.
While amusing, it also made me feel incredibly horny. I had to look away because I was getting hot and bothered by his face.
“Master Kush. One of my favorites,” Anthony replied, sinking even further into the water.
I took a sip of my drink, the coldness feeling like heaven against the back of my throat as I rid myself of the cottonmouth that I was cursed with every time I smoked. I had purchased a fruity beverage without alcohol. I found that weed and booze made me dizzy when combined. What I had smoked was already strong enough.
“I could just die in here,” I uttered.
The bubbles in the water looked like froth on the ocean shoreline, covering up the bodies that sat below it. Anthony and I were like two chicken being boiled in a great big pot of soup. I laughed to myself at the thought. I wondered how that would taste.
Anthony brought his body closer to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. His armpit smelled like cedar and pure unfiltered masculinity. It was too much for me. My senses were overwhelmed by him.
I reached over and pulled his arm off my shoulder. “No, Anthony,” I said.
Anthony smiled at me goofily, his eyes bloodshot and half-closed. He looked like an idiot. A handsome idiot, but an idiot nonetheless.
Anthony slide closer, touching my hip with his. I felt his hand on my leg, moving up quickly.
I reached toward him, grabbing his hand and pushing it away.
“No, Anthony. I mean it,” I said, a little angry now.
Anthony leaned in, putting his hand back on my thigh. “What are you going to do about it?” He whispered.
My heart thudded in my chest. I was barely wearing anything in the hot tub, and Anthony’s hand was moving too quickly up my leg again. When I felt a finger prod at the thin fabric between my legs, I nearly jumped out of the water.
“What’s wrong?” Anthony asked, frowning at me. “You need to relax. You’re always so uptight around me. You weren’t like that with Kain.”
My stomach dropped when he mentioned my now deceased ex-boyfriend. How dare he bring Kain into this. I wasn’t dating Anthony. I had no reason to go along with his hot tub games.
“Don’t you dare talk like that about Kain,” I said, my voice beginning to shake as I backed away from Anthony in the tub.
Anthony didn’t budge. He sat there like a jerk, smirking at me while his eyes gravitated toward my breasts. I was standing in the water now, and it only came up to the middle of my waist.
“Stop looking at me like that. I’m not an object for you to use,” I said, sitting back down to hide my body from him.
I was fuming but didn’t want to climb out of the tub just yet. Besides, if I did then Anthony would get a very clear view of my ass. I didn’t want to give him that pleasure.
“Why are you so sensitive about Kain?” Anthony asked. “You moved on pretty quickly after he died.”
Heat rose to my face at his cruel words. “You have no respect for people at all, do you?” I snapped at him. “Just because I dated someone after him doesn’t mean that I didn’t care about him.”
“You’re kind of known to be a slut though. Why won’t you be my slut?” Anthony asked, acting like this was a normal conversation to be having.
I loathed how casual he was through all this. His voice never wavered or grew angry when he spoke to me.
“I’m not a slut, and my sexual preferences are none of your business,” I said firmly.
Anthony got up, growing about three sizes larger when he wasn’t submerged in the water. He took a step toward me and towered over me. “Are you afraid of me or something?”
“No,” I said, but I grew quieter.
Anthony smirked. “Kain was alright in my book, but I don’t think Grace liked him very much.”
“Your sister killed him,” I said, glaring at him.
“Yeah, so the story goes. I don’t believe it though. I don’t have anything to feel sorry about, especially not about some jock you used to date.”
Anthony leaned down toward me, his dark hair falling into his face. The redness of his eyes only made his irises more vibrant. “So, tell me then. Why are you scared of me?”
“I’m not,” I repeated, standing my ground.
Anthony reached a hand down into the water, this time moving it toward my breast. I didn’t swat him away, instead sitting defiantly as he threatened to touch me again.
“Do you want it?” He asked, brushing against my breast with his fingers.
“I already told you,” I said, but didn’t make any motion to move him away this time.
“Stop me,” he said, sliding his hand up against my upper chest before diving into the small cup that held my breast.
I inhaled sharply as his hand covered my breast. He squeezed it, a smile flickering across his face as he did so. “You like it,” he stated in a low voice.
I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to give in to him but what he was doing was driving me wild. I couldn’t hide that I was aroused by his touch. He kept pushing more and more and at some point I was going to break.
Was that me or the weed talking? I snapped out of it and swatted his hand away. “That’s enough,” I exclaimed, pushing him back and climbing out of the tub.
Anthony still had a stupid grin spread across his face as he watched me leave. I grabbed my towel, wrapped it around my wet body, and left the spa.
I don’t think he realized what he was doing to me, but I didn’t want to have sympathy for him. I wasn’t ready to be touched like that again, not after what had happened to Kain. I still felt guilty about dating someone after Kain, but that had been a stupid rebound and made me feel like shit.
Kain was someone who I actually had real feelings for, and to lose that was soul-crushing. So, I coped with the pain by sleeping around. I guess it was better than Anthony’s smoking addicti
on. At least I wouldn’t die from it.
Anthony had pushed me too far, digging up feelings that I wanted to push down. I know that I hadn’t done anything wrong, but I felt guilty for letting him go that far with me.
This wasn’t going to happen again. That bastard better not bring Kain into this again. I hated him. Fuck Anthony, that prick!
Chapter 9
ANTHONY
Amy’s skin was like butter in my hand. I was fixated on the way her body felt against mine. I needed to have more of it, but she resisted. I would have her eventually. It wouldn’t be that hard when she kept teasing me like this. I knew that she would give in eventually.
I had gotten a little further with Amy. Maybe it was the weed, but I felt like the energy in the hot tub was pure sex until I had managed to fuck it up. I always fucked things up.
Most women liked that about me, but Amy seemed almost impervious to my bad boy charm. I knew that I had it, but it didn’t work the same way on everyone. Amy walked the line between being a sucker for it and hating it. That frustrated me.
She had agreed to smoke with me at least. I knew she wasn’t the prude she was pretending to be. I was greedy for her, and I figured that I could break her down with a little more effort. She may have thought she got rid of me this time, but that wasn’t true at all. She hadn’t pushed back hard enough for me to let go.
I stayed in the hot tub, grabbing the drink she had left behind and taking a sip. It was fruity, tasting like berries and ice. I bet all that was in it was just blended frozen fruits, but that didn’t change that it was delicious. I gulped more down, getting brain freeze in the process.
Maybe I was just high, but I loved it enough to get out of the tub and order another. Bad boys can like fruity drinks too.
I sunk back into the bubbling water, thinking about Amy. Her breasts were to die for in that tiny bikini she had on. It was ridiculous that she would wear something like that in front of me and not expect me to make a move.
Now, I wasn’t the type of guys to judge a woman by the clothes that she wore, but Amy claimed that she didn’t like me while at the same time wearing clothes that told me something very different. It was crazy.
She was a confused young woman, that much was for certain. I may have been a little fucked up myself, but at least I could recognize that and come to terms with it. Amy was all over the place, fucking guys one minute and pretending to be a nun the next. Insane.
I would’ve fallen asleep in the tub had it not been for the thoughts swirling around in my troubled head. I was obsessed with Amy now, and that wasn’t good. I needed to calm myself down before I did something crazy. Maybe I already had.
I had the tendency to rush into things that I enjoyed. I was reckless and wild when it came to my passions. I had learned to ski well by barreling down the slopes fast enough to kill myself in the event of a crash. When faced with death, you tend to learn fast.
I was the same way with women, but Amy was a harder nut to crack. Brute force wasn’t having the effect I wanted, and that was borderline maddening for me. I needed more of her. I needed to have her.
I knew that what I was doing was probably pushing her away. I mused at the way her body had reacted to my touch. She liked it, but only so much. I was too fast and too aggressive for her still. I had to tone it down if I was to have her.
Amy was a dream, and a welcome distraction from the troubles that my life held. How could I act sane when my sister was in jail and my parents wouldn’t even sleep in the same room. For god’s sake, it was a nightmare.
I was an adult, so I used adult ways to deal with my problems. It’s funny how self-destructive that can be. I was addicted to the cigarettes, but at least I wasn’t an alcoholic like my father. He hid it well, but I knew he drank a lot.
Amy was so pure in comparison. She had the most perfect family and basically no problems. I was likely the largest problem she had encountered thus far, which was pathetic in my eyes. She needed some hard life lessons is she was to survive the real world after high school. This was a playground compared to what was coming next.
I like to think that the trauma I had faced made me a stronger person, but I wished I could have a nice life like Amy did. I couldn’t make my circumstances change, but I could cope with them the best ways I knew how. So what if they were unhealthy?
I drummed my fingers on the side of the hot tub. I wished that Amy hadn’t left, but the sight of her ass rising from the tub made me uncomfortably erect. I would have to stay in the tub until this monstrosity relaxed beneath the water.
Chapter 10
AMY
“Did you guys have fun?” My mom asked Anthony and I when they arrived back at the cabin.
The burst of frigid air wasn’t a comfortable experience my tired body. It had been a long day and after that smoking and hot tub session I was ready to retire early.
“We had a great time,” Anthony said cheerfully.
Another lie from the asshole. Maybe he had a good time groping my tits in the hot tub, but I wasn’t feeling the vibe. Once I had gotten back to the cabin, Anthony made it a point to bug me every five minutes asking if I wanted to go for a walk with him.
I wasn’t feeling like walking, and I was beginning to grow uncomfortable being alone with him after what he had tried to do in the spa. There had even been other people there and that didn’t stop him from trying to cop a feel. Rude.
I rolled my eyes at Anthony’s response to my mom, but didn’t chime in. I would have like to be alone for the evening, but getting away from my parents just meant spending more time with Anthony, which was proving to be dangerous.
When he had asked me whether I was scared of him, my answer was no, but now I wasn’t so sure. I didn’t want him to get ideas while I slept soundly on the bunk below him.
If he tried anything weird, I was going to wake up the whole ski resort with my screams. I hoped he had enough sense to keep his hands to himself tonight.
“You two should really join us on the slopes tomorrow. It’s beautiful up there,” Anthony’s dad said in a deep voice, stepping up to us.
He was a tad taller than Anthony, but softer and less jarring in appearance. He didn’t share the same rugged style or tattooed body as Anthony, but it was obvious that they were closely related.
“Totally,” Anthony replied. “I’m going to teach Amy to ski.”
“I know how to ski,” I said, but that was only half true.
Anthony dad smiled at us. “There’s always room for improvement. Anthony is better than I am,” he said before turning away.
I got up from the couch and walked to my room, followed closely by Anthony. He shut the door behind us when we got in.
“Why are you so bitchy all the time?” Anthony asked me when we were alone again.
“I’m not,” I snapped. “You’re just annoying.”
Anthony chuckled, slinking toward me. “It’s annoying to teach you how to ski?”
“Don’t twist my words, Anthony. It’s annoying that you tried to grope me at the spa and you won’t leave me alone.”
He shook his head, sitting down on the single red chair that was positioned in the corner of the room. “You liked it.”
“I didn’t. I already told you not to touch me like that,” I said, growing frustrated.
Anthony sprung up and took quick steps toward me, grabbing my wrist hard. “Don’t tell me what to do,” he warned. “I do whatever the fuck I want, and you listen to me.”
I tried to pull my hand away. “Ouch, Anthony, that hurts,” I complained, yanking my arm as his grip tightened.
“I don’t give a fuck what hurts,” Anthony replied. “You need to listen to me from now on. I’m trying to have a good time and you’re ruining my vacation.”
“You’re ruining mine,” I said, still resisting his grip.
Anthony pulled me closer, staring me down with serious gray eyes. “I never asked you to come skiing with my family. If it were up to me, you would have
died in the fire with your stupid boyfriend.”
His words hurt a lot more than his grip on my wrist did. I tried to fight the tears that were pushing against the backs of my eyes, but it was difficult for me. I was a sensitive person, and this didn’t always serve me well.
“Stop talking about Kain like that. Why are you such a jerk about him?”
“Because it bothers you, Amy. Anything to make your life worse is a win in my book. You’re fucking stupid and you did nothing to stop Alice and Travis from framing my sister.”
So, this all came back to Grace again. Was he really so pissed at me because of his sister? I had little to do with all that. I was kept in the dark by Alice the whole time this was going on, and I didn’t even know enough to prevent Grace being caught or framed, as he believed.
I shook my head. “You’re out of your mind. I didn’t have anything to do with your sister,” I replied.
Anthony loosened his grip enough for me to yank my arm away. I rubbed my wrist, trying to push blood back into the white imprints that Anthony had left in my flesh.
“You knew Grace,” Anthony growled. “And you did nothing.”
He couldn’t actually believe that I was the reason his sister was in jail. He was using me to take out his aggression. He was attracted to me and hated me at the same time. He was clearly a fucked up individual, and to think that I had actually thought he was kind of cute.
I wasn’t ready to argue with him. His insults had stung and the tears were still threatening to begin leaking from my eyes. I said nothing in response to him.
“Say something,” Anthony said angrily.
I shook my head.
“Say something, bitch,” Anthony said louder. “Do you have no defense? You helped my sister get sent to prison.”
I shook my head again. “I didn’t.”
He glared at me, pure hatred flickering in his eyes. “You’re pathetic,” he spat.
“Say the guy that blames everything on a woman he doesn’t even know!”