I take a deep breath and shake my head. He can’t know he’s getting to me.
“Oh really?” I huff out. “Because that’s what you did to me? You turned around and left me alone?”
He laughs. “It was too good not to interrupt. You two looked like you were giving a tutorial on the worst attempt of fucking. Was it your first time? Please tell me it was your first time and that sex really isn’t that painful for people.”
I pretend his insult doesn’t cut straight through me. “For that comment, I won’t be turning around and running. I think it’s only fair I interrupt you and make a scene in front of whatever hooker you paid to come here.”
“Interrupt, partake in the fun, watch. I don’t mind if you do any of those. But you won’t be opening up your mouth. We both fuck freely and no one else will know.”
“Fine, deal.”
I will not be going downstairs unless it’s completely necessary.
“Doesn’t it suck, though?” he asks, stopping me when I turn around to leave.
“Doesn’t what suck?”
“Sneaking around? Hiding what you’re doing because they have a giant, holy stick up their ass.”
“I’m sorry, but I’m not going to tell my parents I’m having sex.” He raises a brow. “Oh shove it, I’m sure you didn’t go around telling your mom you were banging girls in your room.”
A sly smile beams across his face. “Oh babe, my mom definitely knew I was fucking girls in my bed. They couldn’t hold back their screams. And trust me, they never had to be told to open their legs wider. I made sure to give it to them right. The deeper, the better.”
I feel an aching numbness in my nipples. I wrap my arms around my chest tightly, so he won't notice how his words are turning me on.
“I highly doubt that,” I snap, mad at myself. I’ve never felt this turned on before, not even with my boyfriend, and he’s doing nothing but insulting me.
“How old are you?”
I lean back against the wall. “Eighteen.”
“You’re an adult and you’re still here? Move out and fuck freely in your own place.”
“It’s more complicated than just moving out and having my own place. That’s not easy.” I wish I could pack my bags and leave this place, but I can’t risk my future for temporary happiness. “I don’t have the money to do that.”
“Get a job.”
I shake my head. “I’m leaving for school in the fall. I’m sticking it out until then, playing by their rules, and then I’m out of here.”
He crosses his arms behind him and rests his head back against them. “Not exactly playing by their rules if you’re getting railed by your boyfriend down here.”
“Very funny,” I say, and my phone starts vibrating. I look down at it and see Cam’s name flashing on the screen. “I have to go. Thanks for not saying anything. I’ll do the same for you.”
“No problem, pleasure doing business. See you around, sis.”
My phone stops ringing, and I turn around to look at him. “Yeah, don’t call me that.”
“Would you like me to call you something else?” he asks, winking. “Because if we do decide to break the rules together, screw each other a few times, that might be a little weird calling you sis.”
I give him the finger and leave the room.
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