The Bet (18+)

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Chapter 13

As I sat in the movies with Rose and Ryan making out to my left and Tommy trying to grope me from my right, I nearly lost it. I shoved Tommy’s hands away from me and pushed out of the plush seat, crawling over Tommy to get out.

“Where you goin’, babe?” Tommy whispered while he tried to grab my hips to hold me over him, but I peeled his fingers off and got free.

I marched up the aisle and made my exit into the lobby, taking a few breaths as I looked around for what I wanted to do next. We came here in Tommy’s truck so I couldn’t bail out and there was nowhere to run and hide either. Fuck! Why did I agree to come out tonight? All I could think about while sitting in there getting groped by Tommy was Damon. I wondered what he was doing right now. I wondered if he was thinking about me too. Fuck!

The theater door opened and Tommy emerged, making me groan in frustration. Can’t a girl have a fucking moment to herself? He’s always there!

“Babe, what’s wrong?”

I scoffed. “I’m not your babe, Tommy. We’ve been over this.” And we had. I didn’t like pet names and I sure as hell didn’t want Tommy calling me by any. Yeah, we would probably end up together after college but that wasn’t happening for several months.

He held his hands up in surrender. “You cool?”

“I actually want to leave. I forgot I have a huge paper to write before tomorrow morning’s class.”

“You want me to bring you back now? The movie isn’t over yet and…”

“Don’t worry about it, Tommy. I’m a big girl. I can find my own way home.”

He stepped up to me and brushed a piece of my hair back, smirking down at me. “Do you want me to come over afterward? I can help you relieve some of that stress from studying.”

After sleeping with Damon, I highly doubted that he could relieve anything again. I shook my head and stepped back from him.

“Nah, it’s cool. I really don’t need any distractions tonight. I’ll call you tomorrow.” I spun and left the theater lobby, looking down at my phone to order an Uber.

The Uber arrived in record time and I instructed him to bring me back to campus, but not to my place. No, I was heading over to the dorms. I don’t know exactly where he lives but I fucked the Residence Hall Director a few months back and he owes me.

I paid and tipped the driver and got out, marching up to the main dorm building. I knew where TJ lived and I marched right up to his door, banging on it. I could hear rustling on the other side of the door and impatiently tapped my foot waiting for him to answer.

The door whipped open and he looked surprised to find me standing there.

“Taylor, I didn’t expect to see you…”

“Shut up and let me in.” I looked around, not wanting to be spotted by anyone.

He opened his door and let me in, shutting it behind me after I entered.

“I need you to give me a students room number.”

“Tay, you know I can’t do that.” He rubbed the back of his neck, looking nervous as hell.

I marched right up to him and grabbed his dick, squeezing hard. He inhaled a shaky breath and began to sweat.

“You don’t want me to tell everyone that you cry like a little bitch after cumming, do you?”

“Fuck, okay! Just please, let go of my fucking dick!”

Grinning, I let go of his dick and crossed my arms over my chest triumphantly.

“Who are you looking for?”

“Damon Carmichael,” I spit out.

“Really? That loser?”

I glared at him, wanting to slap that stupid look off of his face. TJ wasn’t exactly in the cool department either and he’s standing here calling Damon a loser? What is wrong with everyone around me?! Seriously.

“Just give me his room number. I need to return his notes.”

“Notes? So, you two aren’t…” he couldn’t even say it.

Rolling my eyes, I shook my head at him. “No, we’re not fucking. Why would I fuck that… loser?” It was hard spitting out that last word but I didn’t need TJ knowing about my secret fuck-fest’s with Damon. He’d tell people for sure and I couldn’t let that happen. The people here would eat him up and spit him out. He didn’t deserve that. Fuck, maybe I shouldn’t be doing this with him at all. I’m going to regret this, aren’t I?

“He’s in building C, third floor, room…” he trailed off, scanning a finger down the list of names, “Room 77.”

“Thanks. And if you tell anyone that I’m getting notes off of Damon, I will rip your dick off and shove it up your ass, TJ.”

“Hey, your secret is safe with me.” He truly looked terrified by my threat and I knew he wouldn’t say a word. He knew as well as I did that I could ruin him.

“Thanks for your help.” I spun and left his room, slamming the door behind me.

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