He reached down to hold my hands. “Which means, Summer, you’re safe with Lincoln and me. You’re safe at Hidden Falls High. I’m sorry I ever bullied you, and I still await your punishment for it.” He said it with almost a gleam in his eyes as though he would enjoy it. What did he have in mind? I knew he had fantasies about me. He told me he did.
“River,” I said, looking at him, wanting to believe his sincerity, yet admiring how handsome he was. “I remembered you saying you want me to act as your girlfriend and sex slave when you become President…”
River looked disgusted. “That was when I was a bully to you and before I really fell for you, Summer. I want you for real. I want to be able to hold your hand like this, pick you up at your house, have you over at mine, eat together, be together, kiss you whenever I can and as often as I can.” He reached over and kissed me, his lips hot against mine. “Like this.” His tongue delved into my mouth to touch mine and heated me up as he deepened the kiss.
I moaned before accidentally biting his lower lip.
He groaned, “Oh Summer, you sexy vixen. I didn’t know you like it rough?”
I pulled away and said, “I didn’t either.”
He smiled and said, “If it’s rough you want, I can certainly give you that.”
A gleam came across his eyes, and I immediately thought of how Rachel had described him.
“He’s brilliantly smart like some evil scientist villain, but hot at the same time because everyone had said when he takes off his shirt, he is the most perfect male specimen.”
As if River knew what I was thinking, he said, “I can’t stop thinking about that day I ate you out. I crave your taste, Summer. I love watching your face contort in the pleasure I give you. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“River,” I said, remembering how gorgeous he was when he was fully naked and down on his knees, spreading my legs wide in front of his face. “I really like that, but I have to trust you enough not to film me or try to blackmail me like what Lincoln did with Rachel before I can let you get intimate with me again.”
“God, Summer,” River said, “I swear it won’t ever happen. I swear what goes on between you and me will stay between you and me. I’ll prove it to you.”
He started the Ferrari, and we were on our way to Hidden Falls.
We were going up the hill towards the Academy when we passed by Nat Donovan’s mansion. The lights were on, and a wave of nostalgia hit me. I missed the Donovans so much. I looked at River and asked. “Is Nat back?”
River frowned but said, “I’ll stop by. It’s on the way to school anyways.”
He pulled into the circular driveway and parked his Ferrari. Together we walked to the front door, my heart pounding in hope that the Donovans had decided to move back.
River rang the doorbell, and we waited a minute before the door opened.
A tall handsome young man in excellent shape, with a body that could rival River’s flawless one, and a little older than we were, stared back at us with piercing green eyes and short black hair. He was shirtless and only wearing black slacks that hugged his tight buttocks and legs in a way that showed off their tone. His upper body was perfectly muscular with a six-pack stomach, muscular arms, and a tribal tattoo of a sun around his left chest. He had a slight six o-clock shadow, which gave him a mysterious and sexy air.
“Can I help you?” he looked at River first before taking me in fully with his eyes. He had a British accent that almost made me drool.
“We’re looking for the Donovans?” I asked.
“The Donovans?” the young man asked. “No one by that name lives here. They must’ve been the last residents? I just moved in over the weekend.”
“Oh, we’re sorry to disturb you,” I said. “We’ll get going.”
River was just staring at the guy, clearly not liking what he was seeing.
The guy checked me out again and said, “That’s the Hidden Falls Academy uniform?”
“Yes,” I said. “The Academy up the street.”
“Come in,” he said. “Take a seat.”
“Um…we don’t want to intrude,” I said.
“No intrusion. It’ll be great to know someone at Hidden Falls Academy already. I was just getting ready when you rang. Let me go finish dressing.”
River and I went to the plush leather white sectional in the living room where the Donovans used to have a gold velvet eight-way hand-tied sofa. Where the Donovans had a contemporary elegant style, this young man had a modern almost high-tech look to this style.
“Help yourself to any drinks at my bar,” the young man called from the top of the stairs.
River went to the bar and took out a Ginger Ale soda for me and another for himself. I went over to him, and he handed me the can, lightly touching my hand as he did. His blue eyes met mine, and the look he shot me was dark, almost possessive. The presence of the hot handsome new guy was bringing out the cold dark side of River.
The young man came down the stairs, wearing the Hidden Falls Academy uniform and
