He gazed at me, his eyes filled with mischief.
"It's not a bad idea—going to her house. Fuck telling the parents, man; that's her job."
What a guy.
I patted him on the back sympathetically as I wished him luck with the shitty task. I pushed through the doors to see a dressed-down Mr. Herbert going into the office with his head down. He seemed deflated, his posture weak as he stumbled forward as though he was being dragged in against his will. I made my way over just in time to see him entering the principal's office. A police officer was present, too, standing rigidly beside the desk.
Oh, fuck.
I chewed on my lip until I heard a voice beside me.
"He's in trouble, isn't he?"
I turned to see Elena standing beside me, her eyes shining with tears. I shrugged, meaning to walk away, when she caught my arm.
"Bailey, I'm sorry. For everything."
I fixed her with my gaze as her lip quivered, her fingers still on my arm.
"What do you want me to say? I forgive you? Because I don't. You're fucking evil." I spat, pulling my arm from her grip.
She sucked in a breath as I twisted to walk away before turning back to her.
"You've already ruined his life." I nodded in the direction of the office. "Put Chase out of his fucking misery and tell him it's not his."
Her mouth dropped open as she blinked rapidly before staring at the floor.
"And if I don't?"
I breathed through my nose, wondering what the hell anyone saw in such a horrid person. Even myself once upon a time. I felt nothing but shame as I gazed at her, her puffy eyes still glaring at me with hatred.
"Then you're even viler than I gave you credit for."
Thirty-Five
Pardon My French
BAILEY
“What do you mean you saw him in the office?” Annabelle’s eyes searched mine as I traced her chin with my finger, still stunned by how beautiful she was. I tried to refocus but was distracted by her licking her lips nervously. I laid back on the bed, closing my eyes so I could concentrate on the conversation at hand and not on bending her overagain.
“What are you smirking about? Are you listening to me?” She demanded, and I sat up on my elbows, chuckling in disbelief. She always managed to see straight through me.
“Of course, babe. I was just distracted, that’s all. So yeah, he was in the office, dressed in street clothes.” She bit her lip, worry etched on her flawless face as my dick hardened despite my best intentions. “Please, stop biting and licking your lips, or I will have to fuck you,” I growled as she released her lip, blushing deeply.
“We just did! How can you go again?!” She laughed, swatting my arm playfully.
“Because you are fucking delicious, and frankly, I can’t get enough of you.”
She leaned forward, her lips brushing mine as she smiled at me.
“I love you.”
There it was, the heart thudding, breathtaking sensation I got whenever she said that to me. It was like no one existed before her; she captivated me.
“I love you more.”
“Are we that couple now? Are we going to have nicknames for each other and all that jazz?” She pouted, and I pulled her on top of me as she shrieked, pushing against me as she tried to get away.
