Chapter 5

5

Holly

M y body was pleasantly sore the next morning. After my and Jenson's minor argument about my parents finding out about us, he cuddled me on the couch, then proceeded to fuck me on his coffee table before taking me upstairs to his bathroom to shower, where he then proceeded to bend me over and fuck me again.

The man had an insatiable sex drive, but that was just fine with me. Mine was just as high, and it was further amped by the fact that I came every single time we had sex together. Usually multiple times. His cock was just right—hit every spot inside of me that left me seeing stars.

But that wasn't even the best part about being with Jenson. He was so attentive, taking care of me in a way I wasn't used to but definitely couldn't get enough of. He went out of his way to make sure I had everything I needed. It was like it wasn't even a duty for him. He enjoyed taking care of me.

"You have that dreamy look in your eyes," my best friend, Ginger, said, pointing her fork at me. Her blonde hair was twisted up into a perfectly styled, purposely messy top knot with just the right amount of strands falling around her face. Her skin was glowing with a healthy tan, no doubt from numerous evenings and weekends spent on the sunny, sandy Florida beaches. Her blue eyes were lined in perfect black liner, and her new mascara made the blue really pop.

She always put so much effort into her appearance. We were polar opposites, really, since I never cared too much about mine. But she was the best friend I could have ever asked for. She never passed judgment, and I trusted her with my life.

" Hm ?" I looked up at her, blinking back to reality at her words. But my cheeks colored the slightest bit, giving me away. She grinned and leaned forward, no doubt desperate for all the gossip. She'd ranted and raved with me about Derrick and his asshole ways. Then, she'd mentioned me getting a rebound guy for good sex, but I had shut that down quickly.

I didn't need a rebound guy. I had Jenson, and he was everything .

"Come on, girl. Spill the tea. I want to know everything ," Ginger coaxed, her perfect, filled-in brows arching at me.

I sighed. I normally told Ginger everything, but I was scared to tell her this. I wasn't ready for anyone to know, and while Ginger had never broken my trust before, I could not risk my tentative, budding relationship with Jenson getting back to my parents in any capacity. Not yet. I wasn't ready to face that.

"I don't want to talk about it yet," I told her, hoping she would drop the subject.

"Oooh," she whispered, wiggling her eyebrows at me. I had no idea how she did that. I'd never been able to accomplish it. "It's really good then, isn't it? You only keep it all to yourself if you're afraid of people finding out. How dirty is it, Holly?" she asked, her voice light and teasing.

My cheeks colored. " Shut up ," I hissed. "I'm not telling you anything about it."

She laughed, and her phone lit up on the table. I glanced at it for a moment, not paying it any mind, but then my eyes shot back to the screen. Dread curled in my stomach.

She wouldn't fucking betray me like that, would she ? Not Ginger. Not my best fucking friend, the girl I trusted with everything.

She quickly snatched her phone off the table, her skin losing some of its color beneath her makeup. But the damage was already done.

I'd already seen Derrick's name on her screen.

"Why the fuck are you talking to him?" I hissed, fisting my hands on top of the table.

She looked up at me with frightened, blue eyes, and she stammered, trying to find the right excuse to use. But she hadn't ever thought I would find out—that much was clear. Because she couldn't find one. Not after I'd told her we'd broken up and that he'd cheated on me. A decent best friend would never talk to her best friend's asshole, cheating ex after something like that.

But she was. Clearly.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," I snarled. "How long, Ginger?" I demanded.

Her eyes clouded with tears, but I didn't care. My feelings hardened to her even while my heart bled in my chest for the loss of a girl who was like a sister to me. "Tell me!" I yelled when she remained silent. The food court in the mall fell quiet as everyone turned to look at us, but I didn't give two fucks. Everyone could stare and see my best friend for the traitorous bitch she apparently truly was.

"Since you left for college," she whispered. "I come home a lot, and it just kind of happened?—"

It just kind of happened. How does fucking your best friend's boyfriend just kind of happen ?

I lurched from my seat, my rage so out of control, I almost couldn't see past the red tinting my vision. I grabbed her by her perfect, blonde hair and slammed her face into the table. I heard her nose break, and blood gushed, splashing onto the table and ruining her makeup and her shirt. Then, I yanked her out of the chair and punched her in the face, sending her sprawling to the ground, sobbing and screaming.

"I can't fucking believe you!" I yelled at her where she was lying on the floor, crying hard, blood mixing with snot.

She sobbed. "Holly, please," she cried.

"You're such a bitch! Why would you fucking do this to me?! His dick isn't even that goddamn great, Ginger!" I screeched. "Dick over your best fucking friend?" I kicked her when she tried to stumble to her feet.

Then, someone grabbed my arms and wrenched them behind my back. I seethed as cuffs were placed around my wrists, restraining me.

"Burn in hell," I snarled as the officer behind me began to read me my Miranda rights. And just for good measure, I spit right in her eyeball before the officer wrenched me away, marching me toward the exit.

Turned out, no one could be trusted. How many more people were going to betray me?