Chapter Twenty Nine- Regretful And Making Bad Decisions Part Three

I will not lie, the thought of him seeing me differently, of him losing interest in me in a non- fatherly way, made my stomach wring to knots and brought a frown to my face. It was almost devastating. I want him to want me, always.

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A wave of relief washed over me as the last bell of the day rang and my last class, the most horrible, agonizing one of day, was officially over. I had wasted my time by coming here, I was not able to concentrate on anything being taught at all, all I could think about was my unbelievably hot, unbelievably evil, devilishly handsome brute of a step-father.

The regret of not letting him fuck me until I don't know my own name refused to be repelled by any form of reasoning- as much as the thought of my mother finding out and disowning me was empowering in that moment when I rejected him. But, what is done, is done and I will get over it eventually. I will not lie, the thought of him seeing me differently, of him losing interest in me in a non- fatherly way, made my stomach wring to knots and brought a frown to my face. It was almost devastating. I want him to want me, always.

My three shadows tailed me as I left the classroom on my phone, texting Jun and making her aware of my indissoluble dilemma and much to my excitement, as soon as my eyes rose from my phone, they met Jon's. I left Varto's eyes stab into the back of my head, before he took a step forward and cleared his throat. That should have served as a warning, but I chose to ignore him.

"I will be right back, please, do not follow me." I relayed the request to a very displeased Varto, he knew what I wanted to do and he disapproved, but I did not care in that moment. I took off, running down the hallway and following Jon to the boy's bathrooms. I took the corner just as he slipped inside, so he did not see me. I invited myself inside and as soon as the two boys inside noticed me, their eyes went wide.

"Get out." I pointed to the door, proving to them that I can be my father's daughter when given the right motivation. The boys did not argue with me, in fact with Origa's disappearance as hot gossip, they had every reason to be fearful. They scurried out of the door like their pants were on fire.

I looked at myself in the mirror and I could not recognise myself.

'What the hell am I doing?!' I asked myself, failing to understand why I felt I desperately needed a rebound.

I leaned into the counter, warding off any negative thoughts from my mind. 'I need to live, it is within my rights' that's what I kept telling myself as I waited for Jon.

When I realised that he was taking too long, I decided to walk over to the stalls and investigate. He had occupied the third on the left, I could tell because that's where the groans and heavy breathing was coming from. I was immediately flustered because I knew exactly what he was doing and I was very tempted to ask for permission for entry. I wondered, oh I wondered if the Devil has ever beat his meat to the fantasies of me. I won't lie, I was hoping he has, I wanted to believe that I affected him as acutely as he affects me.

I must have lost my damn mind, because I found myself knocking on the door.

"Fuck off man!" He answered irately and I returned to the wash area. I leaned into the counter and waited for him to finish, all the while envisioning the Devil stroking himself until he releases spurts after spurts of delicious cum. With how masculine he is, I am sure his cum is potent and must have some sort of a kick to it.

Fuck, that man has messed me up!

Knowing what Jun was doing had me all fired up, it was thrilling. Jun was right, this is very exciting, all I needed was to get attention from another male. I hope this does not backfire, because my hormones are on overdrive and will not settle for less than what they have been telling me I deserve. Jonayis finally left the stall and got the shock of his life.

Upon noticing me, he jolted up slightly from shock and quickly fastened his belt, urging my eyes to go to his crotch.

"What the fuck, jeez, you scared me." He looked very weirded out as he scratched the back of his head but he still managed a sheepish smile.

"Hi Jon." I beamed, trying not to sound like a creep. I gestured to the sinks and he eyed me questionably before he opened the tap, squeezed out some handwash and washed his hands.

"I am getting nervous now, I mean, why are you in here, did I do something wrong?" He asked, rubbing his hands on his jeans- a nervous habit of his I've observed.

"No, no. I could not find the appropriate time to talk to you, without my protectors, so I had to follow you here, hope you don't think I am a weirdo." I explained and he chuckled nervously, constantly looking over my shoulder. He must be thinking that this is a trap, because Origa did not make it to school after encountering me in a bathroom. "Relax, you did not do anything wrong, I am not going to hurt you, Jon." I did not know having a real conversation with a boy I actually am attracted to would be so fun and thrilling

"Okay, cool, that's a relief, so.. hmmm.." He cleared his throat and lowered his shifty eyes to his feet. "How long have you been standing here? What- what-" I tittered at his stuttering, I found it cute. "Did you hear anything?"

My response was blurted out before any prior thought. "Oh I heard everything." I almost busted out in laughter at the look of horror that overwhelmed his features.

"Oh fuck, really?" He was mortified enough not to see how flushed my face was. I am finally getting to live.

"Yeah… but, we don't have to talk about that."

"We really don't." He was quick to agree with me. I had to hasten the pace of our dialogue, I did not want to test Varto's patience, I know it must be as thin as a lone strand of hair already.

"So… I wanted to discuss the assignment, I was thinking I should stop by your house tomorrow and we can decide where to go from there." I was a bundle of nerves as I boldly suggested. I have seriously never been this brave, okay, nothing can beat me kissing the Devil in his sleep- that was next level gutsy.

"Sure, I mean… if your parents won't have a problem with that, then you can come over." I squealed in exuberance inside, he actually sounded excited by the idea of welcoming me into his home.

"No, no, they won't have any problem with me visiting you." I lied straight through my teeth. If the Devil finds out, he is going to skin him alive, I kid you not. That's why I am going to do all in my might to ensure that my father does not find out about my 'misbehavior'.

"Great!" He exclaimed, releasing a loud exhale of exaggerated relief. "I am sure you have heard this a lot, but I am terrified of your dad, like blood runs cold, air leaves my lungs kind of fear. I even have nightmares about him. That man scares the living crap out of me, I hope I will never meet him."

"That's fair, I am certain he does not want to meet you either." I cleared my throat as the voice of conscience pervaded my mind.

What am I doing? I am endangering Jon's life! Do I seriously think I will get away with this? I was about ready to run out of the room, but then an idea came to my mind, a very risqué, daring, thirst inspired, hormone driven idea- and with the frail self- restrain I have, I was not surprised that I was actually considering it.

"There is something I want to try." I told him, my voice wavering due to how nervous I was. I think he noticed the way my eyes frequented his lips, because when I inched in, he followed suit and shifted closer to me.

"Sure, what do you have in mind?" I observed the movement of his Adam's apple as he gulped and I found myself vacillating between making the move or allowing him to take charge. I had multiple reasoning strengthening the necessity of kissing Jon, so I knew I was not going to back out of this one. One of them being I needed the experience, I needed to practice, so that the next time a certain someone kisses me I am not so insecure about my inexperience.

If he will ever kiss me so passionately and ravenously again after I insulted him and shattered his huge ego.

"Hmmm… what I have in mind…" I hummed salaciously, "I mean… I could tell you, but it'd be better if I showed you." I used Oliviero's line and just like they worked like magic on Tarlia, they gave Jon the necessary motivation to go for it.

He cupped my face and his soft textured lips merged with mine and I immediately noted just how different his signature of kissing was compared to the Devil's. Jon was very passionate, but too tender on me, he kissed me like a gentleman, with soft strokes of his tongue and light nibbles. It was not as pleasurable as kissing the Devil, he was lacking that aggression I needed, but when I pulled away from Jon, I couldn't have been happier- I felt like such a badass. You have to understand that this was a milestone reached, a huge achievement for me. I had grown convinced that no boy would ever take interest in me because of my looks and status and here I was, recovering from a hot make- out session with one of the cutest boys at school.

Unbelievable!

Compared to the Devil, the moment was anti-climatic, but I am not going to measure my experiences with the opposite sex with those he gave me when he is a one of a kind man; unmatchable.

Jon was starry-eyed, the look on his face made me brim with pride and made me think that maybe my performance last night was not so bad.

"Thanks." I blushed, briefly glancing over my shoulder to make sure that the door was still closed.

"You're welcome." He gave me one last kiss before I drew my head back, not wanting him to get carried away.

"I will see you tomorrow then." He said and I was just about to walk away when he stopped me. "Wait. Actually, my brother is throwing a party tonight, it would be great if you came with me, as my date."

I wrung my fingers, feeling bad for having to disappoint him. "Uhmmm… I would love to go with you, but I am sure that no one will want me there, imagine all the hate you will get, you won't get to enjoy yourself."

"No, no, no! It is a costume slash masquerade party. In the right costume and mask, no one will recognise you, and there won't be a lot of people from school, it'll mostly be my brother's college friends and they are really cool, laid-back people."

"Uhmmm… well-" I was cut off by a hard knock on the door, which was followed by five others.

"Miss, it is time to leave." Varto announced impatiently from behind the door.

"Yes!" I cheered in a whisper.

"Yes?"

"My answer is yes. I will text you." I blew him a kiss and left the bathroom. There was a line of boys outside who all stared at me like I had grown a second head.

I gave Varto a short apology as he led me outside of the school building in silence.

"Varto?" I looked up at him, stopping him a few feet away from the car and the other bodyguards.

"Yes, miss?" He exchanged with reluctance, like he already knew I was going to ask too much of him.

"I need you to do me another favour. I need you to buy me a costume for a party, something playful and fashionable-" A jaded Varto interrupted before I could finish.

"Ma'am-"

I cut him off as well, "I also need you to sneak me out of the hotel tonight and drive me to his house, I do not know how you will do it, but I faith in you." I felt awful for being so evil and inconsiderate towards Varto, but my selfishness was not letting me do any less.

Varto sighed deeply, I could tell he was very stressed and under great duress. "Please don't do this to me, miss, provoking your father will only bear bitter fruits, this is not wise."

"I know Varto and I am sorry," I told him, looking away before his eyes got to me and I reconsidered my plans, "I just want to live, just this once."

I will have to deal with the Devil later.