The Bad Boy

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Chapter 7


As I reached halfway through Vera’s smutty book, someone knocked on my front door. I had turned my phone off hours ago and had refused to even look at my mother when she returned for only a moment to tell me that I would be attending dinner with her next week. I wouldn’t do shit with her, and she knew that. She just liked the thought of being in control.

The knock turned into a forceful bang, and Skylar’s shrill voice echoed through the house. “What the hell is your problem, Blaise? I’ve been waiting outside for the past fifteen minutes in the freezing rain! Open up!”

After rolling my eyes, I snapped Vera’s book closed and hid it underneath my pillow. I would return to that later to pick it apart and figure out who Vera Rodriguez really was and what kind of freaky shit she was into.

Skylar continued banging on the front door, throwing a hissy fit that I used to think was cute. Now I just found it plain annoying because it was the same thing every other rich girl at Redwood did when they didn’t get their way.

“Blaise! Open–”

I yanked open the door, leaned against the frame, and crossed my arms over my chest, letting out a long and hollow sigh. While we had plans to hang tonight, I didn’t really want to see her. “What do you want, Skylar?”

Hell, I never really wanted to see her, but she was the only girl in Redwood who’d come over to see me. And I didn’t even have to ask her. She was willing and horny and so goddamn annoying sometimes.

Instead of waiting until I let her into my home, she walked right into the foyer and dumped her purse on the marble floor. “It’s about damn time you opened the door. It’s not polite to make a woman wait for you. We had a date.”

After shutting the door behind her, so the freezing rain wouldn’t come in, I turned around just in time to catch her lunging at me. She threw her arms around my shoulders and pulled me down to her, smashing her red-stained lips onto mine.

“Fuck, Blaise,” she murmured against me. “I’ve been so horny all day.”

Seizing her hips in my hands, I curled my fingers against her small, boney ass and tensed. Compared to Vera’s curvier body, Skylar was nothing but a boney stick that really didn’t do much for me. But she wanted to be around me.

Skylar moved her hands down the front of my body, sinking them into my grey sweatpants and grasping my cock through my briefs. She stroked me up and down through the thin material, moaning into my mouth.

“I’ve been waiting all day for this,” she murmured, dropping to her knees and wrapping her fingers around the waistband of my shorts and underwear. Inch by inch, she pulled them down my thighs until my cock sprang out. “Fuck my mouth?”

After gripping my cock in her hand, she stuck out her tongue and slapped the head of my cock against it. My dick twitched. When she wrapped her tight, hot throat around my shaft, I closed my eyes and could think of nothing else other than that Evelyn character who had just sucked off all her father’s coworkers in Vera’s smutty book.

“You like that?” she asked.

I squeezed my eyes closed tighter, grunting as she slipped my cock into her throat and began face-fucking herself with it. “Come inside me,” Skylar begged, grinding her hips against the floor. “Please.” I gripped her hair tighter and wished she would just shut the fuck up. She knew that I never came inside anyone from Redwood that I used. It had never happened with her before, and I wasn’t about to let it happen again.

“Please, Blaise,” she continued.

“No, Skylar, shut the fuck up,” I gritted out.

She bobbed her head twice more on my cock, driving me higher, then pulled away. “Please.”

The high had suddenly come and gone within a mere moment, and I knew that even if I used her mouth for the rest of the night, I wouldn’t be able to come when she was begging and complaining like this shit. I didn’t know why she thought tonight would be different.

When she went to put me back into her mouth, I stepped back and pulled up my sweats. My dick was still hard, creating an imprint underneath the grey material, but I didn’t give a fuck anymore. She ruined tonight.

“Are you fucking serious?” Skylar said, reaching toward me to grab at me again.

“I’m fucking serious,” I growled, stepping back so she couldn’t touch me anymore tonight. “I told you fucking no, more than once, and you still beg like the cheap fucking slut you are. I’m not coming inside you. Ever.”

She wiped some spit off the corner of her mouth and rolled her eyes. “Come on. I won’t complain anymore, just let me finish you off. I know that you want it. You’ve been stressed all day long without me.”

But she didn’t know that I had been completely fine without her.


After shooting up, she crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes at me. “What the fuck has gotten into you today? You’re usually moody, but not like this. You didn’t even sit next to me in World History and instead had to make a whole show out of sitting next to that nerd.”


“Whatever the fuck her name is,” Skylar growled, crossing her arms. “What’re you fucking her now?”

“No,” I lied between gritted teeth, stepping closer to her and towering over her, because I didn’t want anyone else to know what I knew about Vera. If Skylar found out, then she would use that information to blackmail Vera too. And while I didn’t give a fuck about Vera, I wanted to be the person who did it.

“Then what the fuck is this sudden interest in her?”

I crossed my arms. “So she’s the reason why you’re here tonight, isn’t it?”

“That didn’t answer my question.”

“I don’t give a fuck if it answers your question or not.” I swallowed hard and stepped away from her, staring at the ground and slowly pacing around the room. “You fucking stood out in the freezing fucking rain and sucked me off because you wanted to–What?--prove yourself to me? To show me that you are the fucking best at this shit? You don’t really want to be here with me.”

Nobody fucking did.

Skylar pressed her fake lips together and flared her nostrils. “Blaise, you know–”

“I’m not going to fucking listen to you,” I growled, grabbing her by the upper arm and dragging her to the door. “Get the fuck out of my house. I don’t want to see or hear from you for the rest of the fucking night.”


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