“Of course he tried to say I was lying, but I had all of our text messages, and they got security tape from the motel we used to go to. He knew he was going to go to prison, but he demanded to have visitation with my baby. My lawyer was my dad’s friend, so he managed to get Brandon a reduced sentence if he signed over all rights to my baby. After he went away, his wife kept trying to come around and see Ava after she was born. My parents finally had to get a restraining order against her.
“Because I was a minor they kept my name out of the papers, but someone at school found out and the next thing I knew I was the talk of the town, being called a whore, slut. Kids blamed me for their favorite teacher being fired. I couldn’t take it anymore, so my mom pulled me from school and homeschooled me.
I look up at him, not bothering to wipe my tears away. He’s staring at his lap, not saying a word. The silence is unnerving, and I’m waiting for him to tell me it’s over—to get out.
“So you see I’m not good enough for you.”
Tears erupt. Brandon is still fucking with my life four years later. I jump up and go to my bag, picking it up. “I’m sorry,” I say before I run out of his apartment for the second time and fly down the stairs.
I’m just opening my car door when a large body hits me from behind. Chance turns me in his arms, hugging me tight. “Don’t run from me, baby. I’m so sorry you ever had to deal with that. Let’s go back inside, please.”
He keeps his arm around my shoulders and leads me into his apartment. We move until we’re climbing onto his bed with Chance lying on his back and me on my side with my arm wrapped around his waist.
“Thank you for trusting me with your story. Baby, you’ve got to be the strongest person I know. Is he still in jail?”
I shake my head. “No, he got out about six months ago. I-I actually saw him, his wife, and their kids when Ava and I were at the mall after we saw Santa.”
“Did they approach you?”
“No, as soon as I saw them I picked up Ava and hightailed it out of there. I swear my heart was in my throat the whole drive back to my parents. I never told them I saw him. I didn’t want to open those wounds.” I kiss below his ear. “My parents still hold a lot of guilt even though I told them none of this was their fault. They said they should’ve noticed something was up with me. I was really good at lying and sneaking around.”
Chance runs his fingers up and down my arm. “Laken, do me a favor.”
“Okay, sure. What is it?”
“Don’t ever say that you’re not good enough for me. If anything, I’m not good enough for you.”
He’s full of shit. I snuggle into Chance and feel emotionally exhausted, but I also feel lighter. In no time at all I fall asleep.
***
Goose bumps pop up all over my body as Chance kisses my neck. “Stop.” I laugh and try to jerk away from him. I’m trying to work on my thesis. He’s supposed to be working on the presentation he’s going to do when he meets with the head of marketing at Nike next week.
“Baby, I need you,” he whispers against my skin before kissing his way up my neck and nipping at my earlobe.
Shit, how am I supposed to say no to that? I slam my laptop shut and pounce. We wrestle around on his sofa until we fall to the floor, me on top of him. He starts to laugh before it turns to moans after I bite his earlobe. Chance’s hands go to my ass, and he pulls me down hard as he thrusts up. He’s so hard, and I’m so wet.
I kiss along his jawline until I reach his lips. Our lips meet in a frenzied kiss—my tongue brushes his, and I moan as he rubs my clit through my shorts with his dick through his.
Chance’s hands slide into my panties to cup my bare ass, and I rock harder against him. I come with a surprised cry. Somehow Chance gets us up and off the floor. When I go back down, my back hits his mattress.
He makes quick work of divesting us of our clothes. Before I can even think, Chance is inside of me. He holds my leg up by my thigh and sinks further inside me. I cry out wordlessly as he fucks me hard and fast.
“Touch yourself, baby.” I reach between us, running my fingers around where we’re connected and rub her clit. In no time I feel my clit harden and then I come, arching my back as I cry out over and over.
He thrusts once, then twice, and buries himself deep, groaning against my mouth. I feel it twitch inside of me as his orgasm dissipates. “Fuck, you are insatiable.” Chance kisses me softly on the lips.
I give him a wide-eyed look. “I’m insatiable? No, you’re the one who can’t keep his hands to himself.”
He thrusts his softening cock inside of me, and I moan. “Goddamn.” He pulls out of me and kisses between my breasts. “Now leave me alone; I have to finish my presentation.”
Chance heads into the bathroom, and I hear the toilet flush. I grab my clothes and am getting dressed when he walks
