He slaps me on the back as he exits. “Austin will forgive me. You’re the one who needs luck. Two women equally hate you at the moment.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
DEMI
SETH BRINGS HIS car to a stop in front of my mother’s house. “You okay?” he asks.
I nod my heavy head. “Yep.”
He chuckles. “Need me to carry you upstairs and put you to bed?”
I snort. “I didn’t drink that much.”
“I know, but you also haven’t eaten anything.”
I open the door and look over at him. “I’m fine.”
“Okay. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” I crawl out and turn to shut the door, but he speaks. “Don’t let her get to you,” he tells me.
“I won’t …”
“She’s pissed. Just lost her best friend and her boyfriend.”
I snort. “You don’t know them like I do.” After what went down with my sister and Austin, my sister left. I’m sure she went running to Deke. Begging him to love her from her knees. I’m sure he promised her the world since he owes her for fucking up and sleeping with me. He probably told her we were drunk. Or he thought I was her. Who knows what he said and what she’ll believe?
“I know your sister is a bitch.” He growls. “And that you should sleep with your bedroom door locked and one eye open.”
I nod. “Thanks for the ride home.” I slam the door shut and make my way up to the front door.
It’s a little after midnight. I left a few hours after Becky and Austin did. I called Seth, and we went over to a friend of his. We had some drinks and played video games. I needed to celebrate. I fucked over my sister, and she fucked over her best friend.
It was a great Monday!
I hated the look on Austin’s face when she realized she had been betrayed because I’ve been there with Becky, and it hurts. I’ll go see her tomorrow after school and apologize for how things went down. And let her know that I’m here for her too. I can be her friend.
I make my way into the house and up the stairs. I enter my room and gently close my door. Flipping on my bedroom light I squeal like a pig when I see a man sitting on the end of my bed.
“What the fuck?” I breathe. It’s midnight.
How the hell does he keep getting into my house?
Deke looks up at me. “A little late to be out on a school night, isn’t it?”
My eyes catch sight of a black bag at his feet. It reminds me of the same one Eli kept close to him. And Austin had mentioned in her journal that the GWS gave her one when they forced her to join their group.
Any other time, I would be afraid of him being in my room at midnight after I tricked him into sleeping with me, but I’m not sober at the moment. He’s come to play. To piss me off. I know how he works. I do something to him, and he comes and threatens me. But he has yet to hurt me. I haven’t seen that side of Deke that Austin wrote about in her journal or the one I heard when he threatened to kill my sister. I wanna poke the shark. See how much he can endure before he gets deadly.
I push off the door and walk slowly over to the foot of the bed, crossing my feet as I walk. I’ve seen enough of my mother’s models grace the stage to know how to walk like them. I come to a stop before him, and he tilts his head back to look up at me. Placing both hands on either side of him, I lean over, making sure my tits are in his face. “Is that why you came here, Deke?” I lick my lips. “You want me to play Becky while you play my daddy?”
His jaw sharpens and eyes narrow as my words piss him off. I laugh. Pushing off the bed this time, I stumble more than anything as I make my way back to my door. And I’m not even in heels. I dressed comfortable for my evening celebration. I swing it open and lean against it. “We both know you’re only here to tell me that you love her.” I roll my eyes dramatically, and it almost knocks me off balance. Maybe I had a few more drinks than I thought. “And that you made a mistake. So go ahead and walk over to her room and be with her.” Somehow, Becky has talked him into rubbing it in my face. That even though he fucked me, he still loves her. I’m not surprised. But it does piss me off. Again, she’s so goddamn perfect, and I’m insignificant.
He stands, squaring his broad shoulders. He looks taller, scarier for some reason in a pair of black jeans and matching long-sleeve shirt. He’s got the sleeves pushed up, showing off his tan, muscular forearms. Walking over to me, he takes hold of the door and shuts it.
My eyes go to the door and then to his. He reaches up and runs the back of his knuckles up and down my neck. I swallow nervously as my heart rate picks up. I close my eyes at the feel of his hands on me, but they spring open the moment his hand grips my throat, and he pins me against the door.
“I’m here for you, Demi.” He whispers my name, and even though the hairs on the back on my neck stand up in warning, my pussy throbs.
I swallow. “Is that supposed to scare me?”
His right leg forces its way between my knees. I tighten mine, refusing to let him through, but he’s stronger. He smiles when he’s pressed fully against me. His muscular thigh now wedged between mine.
“I’m not afraid of you,” I state, moving to my tiptoes. His hand keeps getting tighter, and my knees threaten to buckle.
“That’s your first mistake.” He gives me a cruel smirk that makes him look like the beautiful bastard he is.
My hands grip his wrist that holds me in place. “The … second?” He’s almost cutting my air off.
“Playing me.” His free hand comes up and palms my breast over my shirt.
I moan, and my eyes fall closed. He pushes his hips into mine, and he’s hard. I’m wet. Fuck, why does he do this to me? Why, out of all the boys in the world, does Deke Biggs manage to make me want to spread my legs and slap him at the same time?
“Feel how hard I am for you, princess?” he asks, running his lips along my jawline.
Pulling all the self-control I can manage, I rasp. “You think I’ll give in that easily?”
He gives a rough laugh before taking my earlobe between his lips while his hand tightens on my neck, taking away my air before he whispers, “I don’t need permission to take what I already own.”
And his cockiness brings me out of my drunken and lust fog. I’m not in the mood to play his stupid games tonight. I’m tired, drunk, and need a shower. I push him off me. He takes a step back with a smug smile on his face.
I rub my sore neck and swallow roughly. “I can’t tell you how much I hate your unannounced visits, but it’s time for you to go.” I walk over to my adjoining bathroom, trying to stay upright, and flip on the light.
I go to slam the door shut, but his black boot stops it, and it flies open. “Deke … What …?”
He reaches out, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling my back to his front. He stares at me in my bathroom mirror. “Where do you think you’re going?” he asks, bringing his right hand up and wrapping it around my neck again, forcing my chin up.
“I need a shower,” I say, trying to fight him off, but he’s not allowing it this time. He’s too strong.
He leans down, whispering in my ear, “It’s cute that you think I give a fuck what you need.”