LOGINJUNE;Matthew insisted that I leave him there. I crouched over him, trying to help him up even though he hesitated. All he did was push me away, nudging me go ahead, my hands still stained with the blood that kept seeping through the jacket he had tied around his arm. Questions burned in my throat as anger sat heavy in my chest. I was mad at him for what he did with Mary, mad at him for never being a real friend, mad at him for every lie he had wrapped around me since the day we met. Ronan had been the only saving grace, pulling me out of his nasty games. I had walked out on him angrily when he approached Romy and I at the canteen earlier. But now, I couldn’t walk away while he lay bleeding and wincing on the ground behind the mall wall.“Look, June, I’m sorry about everything… I… I wanted to…” he begged, his voice cracking.“This is not the time to explain, Matthew,” I cut in, my own voice shaking. “Yes, I can’t even stand you right now, but we need to get you help first.”He looke
AUTHOR’S POV;The storage room smelled of old paper and dust, with tall metal shelves packed with boxes and bundles of books. Selene crouched behind one shelf, her breathing quick and excited. She was finally in here; she had slipped in safely without anyone seeing her.She pulled out the fire lighter, flicking it once to test the flame. The small blue fire danced in her hand, lighting up her face a little.A footstep scraped behind her. Selene spun around, eyes wide. “Matthew? What the hell are you doing here?” she hissed, clutching the lighter tighter.Matthew stepped forward, his hands raised slightly. “Selene, you need to stop this right now. This isn’t the plan. We’re supposed to create a scandal for the Grayson family, not ruin some girl completely.”Selene let out a sharp laugh that echoed off the shelves, her laugh was ugly and dark. “Your plan, you mean. Not mine. That little witch June is standing in my way. Every time I turn around, she’s there, batting her eyes at Ronan
JUNE;The exams had officially ended today. A few students sat in the library, some holding up novels, others returning a book or two. June had walked out of the buzzing canteen with Romy. Everyone seemed to be finally relieved but also talking cheerfully about the scholarship and award night coming up next. June had overheard someone say it was one of the biggest nights at Westbridge Uni, with all the students, parents, guardians and the university’s founders and patrons in attendance to witness the awarding of the scholarship to one student from each of the departments the school had. Her hand tugged tighter around the handle of her bag as she walked into the library thinking about it all; Mr. Grayson would definitely be there, he was one of the founders of the school. Her heart thumped. The scholarship was even tougher than she imagined, it was for the best student from each department.She hadn't given it a thought all this time. But now that she stood by her desk thinking it a
JUNE;Then the door opened and I froze.Mr. Grayson stood in the doorway. His eyes moved slowly from my face to Ronan’s. I followed his gaze, terrified that Ronan was still exposed, but when I looked, his jogger pants sat perfectly on his waist again.But the relief that came from knowing we weren’t caught hands down lasted only a second because his warmth continued to slip down the inside of my thigh. I pressed my legs tightly together under the robe and prayed he wouldn’t notice the way I was standing.“Hi, Dad,” Ronan said, his voice steadier than I expected, he was leaning casually against the railings.“Good evening, Sir,” I managed. The words came out thin. My fingers still trembled where they clutched the front of my robe closed.He nodded once and pulled the phone away from his ear. A small smile touched his lips. That was the last thing I expected. I had braced myself for anger, for the sharp tone he usually used with Ronan, for questions about the broken cup or why we were
JUNE;He started moving his hips, slow at first, like he was tasting every inch of me. Soft, low groans left his throat with every careful stroke. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of my hips, holding me steady as I pushed back to meet him. The thick length of him slid almost all the way out, then sank deep again, stretching me open.“Yes… June… Keep meeting my cock… Just like that,” he groaned, voice rough and quiet against the night air. I gripped the edge of the table harder until my knuckles started to hurt. My legs shook worse with every slow thrust he gave. The wet sound of skin meeting skin filled the balcony… soft, rhythmic, impossible to ignore.Then he sped up. His thrusts grew harder, deeper, almost desperate. Each time he bottomed out I felt him hit something deep inside me, something that made bright sparks flash behind my eyes. My pussy clenched around him, trying to keep him there. I met his eyes once, and he was no longer the Ronan I knew… His eyes were dirty with
JUNE;We stood under the dull moonlight, mouths locked in a messy, hungry kiss. Ronan’s lips moved against mine like he couldn’t get enough, tongue sliding deep, tasting me. He took the phone from my hand without breaking the kiss and tossed it onto the swing chair. The soft thud barely registered over the sound of our breathing.“It could break, y’know,” I muttered against his mouth, my voice already shaky.“Then I’ll buy you a dozen more.” His hands gripped my waist and spun me around in one smooth motion. My back hit the cool balcony wall. The night air kissed the exposed skin of my neck where my hair had fallen.My pulse hammered under my skin. “Out here?” I pulled back just enough to speak, one hand pressed flat against his heaving chest. My lips felt swollen and tingling. “Someone might see… Your father.”“We’ll be quick. I've waited for long since the last time,” he breathed against my ear, the heat of his words sending a shiver down my spine. “Turn around. Grab the table.”He
JUNE.I was already having a bad day by the time I got home.No, before I got home. It started the moment I stepped out of that hall.The laughter still rang in my ears, sharp and loud, like it had followed me all the way out of the school gates. Even now, sitting at the back of the sleek black SUV
JUNE.My phone buzzed in my hand.Mom.Again.I stared at the screen for a second before answering. “I’m still in line,” I said softly, almost whispering.“June,” her voice came through, soft but tight, like she was trying not to panic. “You said it wouldn’t take long. Your stepfather will be here
JUNE. Warm water still clung to my skin as I stepped out of the shower. The bathroom was nothing like the one I was used to. I grabbed a towel, wrapping it tightly around my body, my mind drifted back to an hour ago. How was it possible? The worst person I had met in school, was my step-brother
RONAN.I couldn't believe it. I almost couldn't believe Dad was thinking about wife-ing that lady he met just a few months ago. The thought had kept me up most nights. He had broken the news like it was something I should jubilate over. Was he expecting me to applaud him after I had seen how much







