Rosy was beautiful and sweet and just wanted the best for me.
Rebecca was none of those things. She had a greedy heart.
I looked at Rebecca up and down and smacked my teeth.
“You’re one to talk. Thanks for the information.” I turned and walked out of the apartment complex.
I ran back to my car and slammed the door hard. I was beyond livid.
Why was she with that Cris guy? Obviously, I had left her, but I left her with a good life.
She had the best place to live in and the best clothes. Not to mention she had a driver that assisted her whenever she needed.
When I was her age I didn’t have any of that. How could she be so selfish?
Elmer had told me Rosy’s grades were good though. So, she wasn’t completely out of her mind. And she’d joined the biology club…which I had a feeling had nothing to do with Cris.
She did want a good career, and I wanted her to go after her dreams.
But I couldn’t let go what I had learned.
I knew a lot about that Lovington family as well. I used to work with his father, but he was a terrible businessman.
He was cheap and didn’t know the value of hard work.
Rosy knew hard work, and so did I. Maybe that’s why we had understood each other so well.
My heart felt heavy at the thought of her. I didn’t even want to imagine how hurt she was, how deeply I’d cut the woman I loved.
I had hurt her but I was too much of a coward to admit it.
My plan to leave was supposed to protect her, but I was now seeing that it had only done harm.
It had been too long since I had seen her. I missed her sweet cunt and how sexy her body was.
I had to find a way to get to her. I was going to have to go to Hudson University.
My first step to be able to get to Hudson was through the administration.
I knew walking inside of Hudson was a stupid idea. I didn’t know my way around, and besides, I wanted to catch Rosy off-guard.
Not the other way around.
I was going to have to try to pull a few strings. The only way Rosy even got into Hudson was because I was good buddies with the dean.
We had gone to the same college, and we’d even been friends for a short while.
I had called into quite a few schools, but no one was interested in accepting a student into their Ivy League program without seeing test scores and her family status.
Of course, I’d been just as unappealing as Rosy to good schools. I’d come from nothing, and a lot of doors had slammed in my face. But that had been my experience, and I didn’t want Rosy to face anything remotely similar.
When I finally thought about Alexander, the dean at Hudson, I knew I would have a good chance of getting her in.
I lied and said I was her uncle so he wouldn’t suspect our relationship. But I paid him two- hundred thousand dollars just to be on the safe side. After he received the check, Rosy was immediately accepted.
Later that day, I made preparations for the two-hour drive to Hudson. Before I left, I called Alexander. I told him I needed to speak to Rosy about a family issue, but I needed a way to get access into the private university.
He said he’d leave me a pass with the security office.
I felt relief wash over me as I drove into the campus. It had to be one of the most gorgeous colleges I’d ever seen, and it wasn’t hard to picture Rosy happy and at home here.
I parked on the side of the security building and walked quickly inside. One of the guards looked up with a frown on his face.
“Who are you?” He asked in a gruff voice.
I whipped out my license and slid it on the counter.
“Randolph Steele. Alexander Anderson left me a pass.”
The guard looked me up and down then back at my license. He grunted and then reached down to pull out a small pass.
“It’ll be effective until six. If you’re seen on campus after that, I’ll have to escort you off the campus.”
I nodded and graciously took the pass.
I had no idea where Rosy was, but I had my ways of finding her on the big campus.
It was a Friday, so she had her Biology class at three. I headed inside the main building and was looking around frantically when I was met by a booming voice.
“Randolph Steele!”
I froze and turned to look behind me. It was Alexander. His red hair was thinning at the top, and he looked paler than usual.
I stuck out my hand and gave him a hearty handshake.
“You know I go by Steele now, Alex!”
“And you know I go by Alexander!”
We both chuckled as Alexander wrapped an arm around my shoulders. I noticed how fat he had gotten, which was a shock. He had always been stick thin.
I started to ask him about his wife, but I didn’t have time to stall. I needed to see Rosy immediately.
“Hey, Alex, look, I’m in a real hurry. Where can I find Rosy?”
Alexander scrunched his nose and looked all around him, as if my question was forbidden.
“You know I can’t really give out student’s information…”
“No, no. I know, but it’s urgent. It’s about her dad. I need to see her immediately before it’s too late.”
I felt no remorse for lying.
Alexander sighed and pulled out an iPad. “I shouldn’t tell you this, but she’s in the study hall. Sixth floor of the library,” he added. “You’d better be quiet.”
I sighed from relief.
“Thank you so much Alexander. Another donation from my private fund will make Hudson an even more beautiful college.”
Alexander went white in the face at the meaning of my words. Forcing a grin on my face, I slapped him on the shoulder and went off in search of the library.
My heart was racing. I was so close to seeing her. I was going to give her a piece of my mind.
I was angry. But I wanted her.
I didn’t want to hurt her. I had to get answers to my questions though.
Before I lost it.
Chapter 18
Rosy
Life without Steele proved to be hard, but livable.
Three months was definitely a long time but I decided that I had to move on after a full month of mourning a relationship that was never real in the first place.
Attending college was definitely my escape, and I had finally found my voice.
I was so nervous the first day of class, but I promised myself to never back down, and to go in with any sliver of confidence I had left.
My classes on the first day were English, biology, physiology, and a dance class. I usually sit to the very back of the classroom, but I made myself sit in the front for the first time.
There were tons of guys, but I was too shy to look at any of them. It didn’t bother me – it was almost like high school, when I’d been invisible. Guys didn’t like girls like me, anyway. They went after the skinny, beautiful types.
At least, that’s what I thought until Cris Lovington approached me.
I could hear him before I could see him. He was loud and rowdy and was tossing a football back and forth between him and his buddies.
I was going to wear my usual blue jeans and t shirt, but I had grown quite fond of the new wardrobe Steele had gotten me. There were so many different options and I’d tried them all, but somehow I still felt the most like myself in plain clothes.
But one morning, I wanted to look the part for college. I wore a plaid mini skirt with cream thigh highs, paired with an off-the-shoulder crop top. It was revealing and slutty: the kind of thing Steele would have loved.
I put my hair in a loose bun, and let some curls fall down. I actually felt and looked pretty. It was the first time I’d felt pretty since Steele had left me.
Cris seemed to like my look as well. He sat in the desk behind me and tapped me on the shoulder, then ran his finger down my exposed shoulder. I turned and looked him in the eyes.
“Yes?” I had said as I’d swatted his hand away. He smiled, revealing, a gap in his front teeth. His teeth weren’t completely crooked, but they also weren’t as perfectly straight and white as Steele’s.
“Just thought I should say hi, since you are fresh-meat.” Cris grinned, showing all his teeth.
I was confused though.
“Fresh meat?” I repeated. I turned more, causing my crop top to crawl higher on my stomach, revealing the bottom of my pink bra.
I could see Cris’s hungry eyes fall on my breasts as he licked his lips, then slowly looked back up at my face.
I had him.
“Mmhmm. Fresh meat. I’m Cris by the way.” I nodded and sat back, stretching my arms to let my crop top hike up even more.
I knew my boobs looked great. Steele had taught me how amazing my body was, and despite the fact that I wasn’t a stick-straight model, I knew the other girls were jealous of my boobs. Feeling confident was still strange and new, and I was reveling in it like a drug.
“I’m not your fresh meat. My name is Rosy, and I’m a bio major.” I was shocked at how confidenlyt I spoke.
My voice would usually shake when I spoke, but not this time. I was determined not to let the past govern me. Cris laughed and scooted closer to me, his face inches from mine.
“Well, it’s very nice to meet you, Miss Rosy. I’m undecided, but by the looks of my football scholarship, my only major will be scoring big time on the field.” Cris’s buddies behind him fist-bumped him and he gave a whoop.
I rolled my eyes and started to turn around, but Cris grabbed my arm. His long fingers were laced around my skin, and for a second, I froze. No one had touched me since Steele.
I swallowed hard and looked back at Cris. He was standing now, and I was turned on by how tall and muscular he was. He pushed me out of my chair and grabbed me by the hips, positioning me on his lap.
“What do you want?” I breathed. I felt paralyzed as Cris held me on his lap, his hazel eyes boring into me. My pussy started to get wet as his big hands rubbed my exposed thighs, sliding my thigh highs down.
“What if I said you?” He whispered. I chuckled and quickly hopped up. I felt dizzy and horny. I couldn’t let him distract me. Especially not right before class!
“I don’t have time for that,” I murmured. Cris snorted and got up, towering over me.
“If you change your mind, I’ll be behind the bleachers on the football field after three.”
I avoided his gaze and sat back down in my seat, my cheeks flushed red. The girls around me also avoided my gaze, whispering to their friends.
The lesson was pretty boring, but I couldn’t help but look over my shoulder and see Cris staring at me. He would lick his lips slowly and look me up and down.
I knew I shouldn’t have, but I was horny. I wanted to see if I could fuck other guys the way I fucked Steele.
When it was finally three, I made my way over to the football field. I felt relief when I saw Cris’s hulking shoulders behind the bleachers. Part of me had thought his proposal a joke: after all, I was still the big fat girl. Why would he want someone like me?
Taking a deep breath, I slowly went behind the bleachers. Cris was sitting and smoking a cigarette. He slowly blew out the smoke, his eyes closed as if he were trying to savor the moment.
I cleared my throat suddenly, and he looked up and grinned deviously.
“Miss Rosy,” He said as he stood up and put his cigarette out. He walked over to me and grabbed me by the hips, pulling my close.
I gasped as he grabbed my ass.
“I just came to take you up on your offer,” I said as I tried to avoid his gaze. But he grabbed me roughly by the chin and forced me to look him in the eyes.
Something about him was almost too forceful. Steele was aggressive, but he was still caring. Cris didn’t seem that way at all.
I started to feel uncomfortable and tried to push myself out of his arms, but Cris picked me up and straddled my legs around his waist.
“I’m not letting you go nowhere,” he grunted. He forced his lips onto mine, and I almost gagged.
“Get off!” I cried out. Cris immediately dropped me, causing me to fall on my knees. I stood up and pushed him back.
“What the hell, Rosy?” Cris looked bewildered, his curly blonde hair sticking up on his head. I was breathing heavily, my fists clenched, with sweat dripping down my face.
I don’t what was going through my head, but I felt guilty. I felt that I still belonged to Steele, even though he wasn’t in my life anymore.
I sighed and pushed my fallen curls from off my face.
“I’m sorry. I just...don’t wanna move too fast,” I admitted as I looked at Cris apologetically.
His face softened and he moved in, kissing my softly on the forehead. Just like Steele.
“I wouldn’t wanna do that either gorgeous,” he whispered. He grabbed my ass again, but i just let him. His hands were anxiously trying to explore every part of my body, and I decided there was no use in stopping him.
I pulled away and lifted up my crop top, letting my boobs spill out. His eyes grew wide and hungry as he quickly grabbed them.
He moved in and squeezed my boobs, sucking on my nipples. He wasn’t as smooth as Steele, but he was certainly as horny.
I let him stay there for another five minutes before pulling away. He looked him deep in the eyes and grabbed his hard bulge, squeezing it firmly.
He gasped, his eyes rolling back. I grinned with satisfaction then turned and walked away, leaving Cris with a rock hard boner. For the first time, I finally felt like I was in control.
The days after that consisted of Cris doing everything in his power to get me to fuck him.
He would buy me lunch, carry my books, and even pick up my laundry if I asked him.
It was definitely out of character for such a big time jock on campus, but I enjoyed the attention.
After two months, I finally allowed him to date me. I was hesitant, but it was no use. Steele was never coming back, and with Cris on my arm, I was finally somebody.
Everyone wanted to be my friend, and loved talking to me. I had tons of followers on social media, and it seemed that I was getting whatever I wanted.
Of course, dating Cris came with its downsides. Like being intimate.
I knew I was never going to fuck him, but the only way I could keep him around was letting him do other stuff.
The furthest we would go was him fingering me, and since he could never find my clit, all I had to do was fake an orgasm and he would feel he did something huge.
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