The Bet (18+)

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Chapter 61

What my father didn’t know was that I had a credit card in his name that I kept for emergencies. I’ve known since my 16th birthday that he was a bastard and knew I’d have to fend for myself one day. I never used it before now in fear that he’d find it before I truly needed it.

Damon kicked me out and I had no place to go. I knew he was hurting after what he saw today, but I prayed he’d come around. I should be angry with him for being angry with me, but the truth is, I’m not. How can I be angry with someone I’m madly in love with? If roles were reversed, I probably would have reacted the same way. I’ll give him a few days to cool down.

The closest ATM that allowed me to take out a large sum of cash was ten miles from campus. There was no way I was making it on foot, but I had zero cash for an Uber driver and I didn’t want to charge the card in case my father saw it and shut it down. He cared about his accounts and financial records more than he cared about his family.

It was how I ended up being this way. My father taught me at a young age that I could have whatever I wanted because I was a woman. Now, he didn’t actually say I had to sleep with men to get what I wanted, but who doesn’t have cable TV these days? I wanted freedom from my father and sex was how I did it. I didn’t pass my classes because I studied. No, I fucked the professor to boost my grades. I didn’t stay in school because my father footed the bill. No, I fucked the dean to keep me in.

There was always a reason for fucking a guy. Even with Damon, it was for a bet. I got money for doing it, but after I realized he was amazing, everything changed. Sex no longer held its value to me because I only wanted him.

A car honked before it stopped right next to me and I was planning on telling the creep behind the wheel to get lost when I saw Charlotte.

“Looks like you could use a ride.” She winked.

Oh, thank God it was her. I couldn’t deal with another asshole tonight. Luckily I still had the bat just in case. I rounded the car and got in.

“Thanks for stopping.”

She nodded and pulled away from the curb. “So, where am I taking you? Looks like you left the dorms, huh?” I could tell she wanted to ask more, but out of politeness, she didn’t.

“He kicked me out if that’s what you’re wondering.”

She scoffed. “Doesn’t surprise me. Smoke?” She held out a pack of cigarettes as I shook my head. “Suit yourself.” After she lit her cig, she smirked over at me. “He just needs a few days to cool down.”

I already gathered that, but it still stung. “You must know then.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yep,” she replied, “Don’t worry about the dickwads on campus seeing your business. It’s college. That shit gets out all the time.”

I scoffed. “Yeah, but most students aren’t fucking a professor and the dean in the same month.”

She shrugged. “You’re just doing you, girl.”

“Have you seen Damon tonight?” I had to know.

“Yeah, he was at the bar drinking his sorrows away before he told me to fuck off. Did he ever tell you about us?”

I tightened up as I looked over at her. “No?”

She laughed. “Nothing like that. He and I go way back. I’ve known him since grade school. The guy has always been hard-headed. He, um, went through a lot before coming here. You know about his sister?” She looked over at me as I nodded. “Yeah, well that turned his world upside down. He went from being this beloved football star in town to a murderer overnight. He spent time in prison after they charged him as an adult. The papers will tell you differently because his parents wanted to keep that hush-hush.”

My heart sank as she told me this. I knew what the internet had told me, but nothing more. Damon wasn’t exactly an easy nut to crack.

“How long did he spend behind bars?”

“A year. He came out a completely different guy, Taylor. He used to be so upbeat and happy about everything. Now he mopes around with that stupid fucking hat on.” She reached over and turned the heat down as I chuckled. I loved that hat.

“Do you think he knows that I’m not mad at him?” I blurted out.

She cocked a brow at me. “Really? Because I’d be pissed as fuck if the guy I was crazy about kicked me out.”

I shrugged. “He was angry. I can’t condemn him for that.”

“Damn, he’s a lucky guy to have you. Tell you what… instead of me taking you where you’re heading right now, I turn around and bring you to him. The only way up is to face your problems head-on, am I right?”

I chewed on my bottom lip as I thought about it. I really did want to talk to Damon, but not if he was still this angry. Yes, I agree that we needed to face this head-on, but so soon?

“I’ll let him sleep on it,” I finally replied. “You can let me out here.” I pointed to the curb as the ATM lights came into view. “Thanks for the ride, Charlotte. Oh, and can you not tell Damon about tonight?”

She studied me for a long moment but then finally nodded. “You going to be okay?”

I squeezed the card in my back pocket and smirked. “I’ll be just fine. Thanks again.” I got out and shut the door as she drove away. Yeah, everything would be just fine.

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