Chapter Five

Laura's POV

We went on another round. I lost count when it got dark. I cleaned myself up, and I wore back my clothes.

Damian was still laying on the bed, naked, but the duvet was covering half of his body.

I proceeded to leave, but I was stopped by him.

“Take this,” he said, handing out a white envelope.

“Money?” I asked. “I don't want your money. I am not a prostitute,” I said.

I saw surprise flash through his face before I walked out of the room.

I slammed the door out of anger. Why would he offer me money? Am I sone cheap slut or he'd just fuck for fun, and pay off?

I sniffled. That's what you get when you offer yourself freely to a man you weren't supposed to.

I couldn't stay at the mansion anymore. I went to Brenda's room, and I took my bag to leave.

I rushed out of the house immediately. I ran into Brenda outside. She just got out of her car and walked towards me. She was done with her date, she held a flower bouquet, and she was still all smiles.

Realization dawned onto me instantly. I just fucked my best friend dad.

“Hey sis!” She hit my arm. I forced a tight smile.

“How was it?” I asked.

“It was so good!” She was elated. “I think I like him. We kissed.” She whispered the last part in my ears.

They kissed. But I fucked her father while she was away. I was such a bad friend.

“Hmmn… Tell me more about it while we head home,” I replied casually.

“Home? Have you told daddy?”

I am pretty sure he knew I was leaving already.

“Yes,” I answered.

“Okay.” She entangled her arm in mine. Every one of her gestures sent a dangerous reminder to me: I just betrayed my friend.

“His name is Richard, and he is so sweet,” she cooed like a child.

This guy has definitely become my friend.

“Cool,” I muttered as I got into the car.

“He is currently the CEO of Stardom, and he owns other businesses across the country,” she explained further.

“So, he is a millionaire?”

“Yeah, he is, and he is very nice, not cold and arrogant like other rich guys I've seen, he was sweet to everyone, including the waiters and waitresses.”

A good way to remind me that Damian was cold and arrogant.

She continued speaking, she explained every detail of the date, even the kiss they had. I listened to her. We've always listened to one another since we were younger, we never kept secrets.

Guilt crept into my heart. Here she was telling me everything about her date, but I couldn't tell her what I did behind her back.

I didn't even stop Damian from fucking me, I gave in willingly. She would hate me if she ever finds out about what we did.

Damn!

“Laura… Laura,” she called.

“Yes,” I answered.

We've gotten home now, but Brenda was still mumbling some things.

“Did you hear what I said?”

“Ohh… Sorry.”

“You're acting a little off.” She eyed me. “Anyway, I said I'd agree to date him.”

“That's good. Since you like him so much.”

“Yeah, but I am a little scared,” her eyes filled up with uncertainty.

“There is nothing to be scared about, hun. Give it a go, do what your heart wants.”

“Thank you.” She threw me a chef's kiss.

I smiled.

The rest of the night went on quietly. Most of the quietness came from inside my head.

I was torn between emotions. I broke my friend’s trust. Damian hurt me by offering me money for sex, and there was no one I could talk to about this. Everyone would probably judge me.

I do not regret it. I enjoyed every bit of it. Never would I reject what I enjoyed. But I did not like how things were turning out.

I managed to sleep.

I was woken up by the soft ring of my alarm. It was a Monday, and we surely had class.

I did my morning routine, and by 10pm, I was seated in class.

Half of my mind was in the class, but the other half wandered to yesterday’s incident.

The guilt had washed away. Now, I was consumed with want.

I recalled how Damian sucked on my boobs, and how he banged me hard. The way he placed kisses on my body… Everything.

I wanted it again.

Maybe he could bend my ass, and fuck me doggy style. He could thrust into me from behind while I scream out his name.

He changed everything. No one has ever made me feel the way he made me feel yesterday, not even my ex boyfriend — Stephen, who I was madly in love with.

Damian showed me another level of love making. Was that really what it was?

For now, I do not have answers. I have only questions, and I am more than willing to explore.

I might get answers, or I might get fucked like a slut.

“Miss Grey, please explain the thesis, it seems to me you were paying attention,” Prof Anderson’s voice called from the front of the class.

He must have noticed that I wasn't paying attention. I stood up, and I adjusted my clothes. I wasn't bothered. I never act bothered, not even when everything was falling apart.

“Explain?” He repeated.