CHAPTER 3

(HALLE’S POV)

“Miss… you’ve been bailed. Your materials will be given to you after you sign the document the secretary hands you. Also, next time, stay out of trouble,” a female police officer said to me as she unlocked the cuffs behind my back.

“Thanks, ma’am,” I responded, walking out of the holding area feeling filthy and stupid.

I reached the secretary’s section and saw him—Mr. Damon.

He was wearing denim shorts and a tight-fitting, sleeveless shirt, making his broad shoulders and physique nearly match the biggest police officer in the station—only he wasn’t in uniform. He was the one who had bailed me out.

“Hey… your sister’s pissed, and you’ve got a lot of explaining to do,” he said sternly.

I sighed and went on to sign the documents while gathering my few belongings.

“I’ll be in the car,” he said, walking out before I could reply or look at him properly. My very first party, and I had gotten arrested. Sucks.

I gently opened the car’s back door and slipped inside.

“Come to the front,” Mr. Damon instructed.

Already seated in the passenger seat, I couldn’t bring myself to look at his face as he started to speak.

“Halle… I know you might not like me very well, but your sister’s my girlfriend, and I can’t let you keep getting into trouble. Not implying you shouldn’t go to parties, but you’ve got to be careful.” He paused, looking over at me. “You practically look like a mess—your face is covered in God-knows-what dried white liquid, your shorts are half-torn, and you got arrested.”

I stared fixedly at the side mirror, hoping he wouldn’t see me tear up.

“Look at me, Halle,” he added softly. I sniffed a little before turning to face him. “…You’re a smart girl. You shouldn’t throw your life away.”

Something about the way he said that made me remember Dave—and the whole weird, heavy switch after Dave couldn’t finish what he started. My teary eyes gave in, and I started to cry.

Mr. Damon reached his arm across the console and pulled my head against his shoulder. “It’s okay… don’t cry.”

“I thought he liked me…” I sobbed against Mr. Damon’s extended arm.

I know I shouldn’t have—especially while sobbing—but my eyes accidentally drifted downward. They landed squarely on Mr. Damon’s thighs, drifting straight to his very visible, thick dick print that was pressed tightly against the fabric of his shorts. It was rigid, heavy, and I was sure he didn’t have any underwear on—guess he was freeballing. My mind couldn’t help but run wild with raw, illicit thoughts I never knew I could conjure, a sudden wave of heat pooling low in my stomach.

My sobbing subsided, and he let go of me instantly.

“Who is this guy anyway?” he asked, his voice shifting slightly.

“Dave,” I muttered, feeling a flush of heat that had nothing to do with crying.

“Should I help you get back at him?” Mr. Damon asked. I nodded.

“Settled, then. Now let’s get you freshened up,” he said, his hands gripping the steering wheel as he reversed the car and drove off into the night.

I shifted back into my seat, wiping away the remaining tears with my arm, fastened my seatbelt, and tried turning on my phone. Dead battery.

I was certain my sister and Mitch had been blowing up my phone with missed calls and texts.

*****

“Why do you keep getting into trouble, young lady? It’s just a matter of time before you get yourself into a really hot mess,” my mum raged from my phone’s screen.

She kept shouting and scolding me while my dad sat quietly in the background, offering no defense as she fired question after question, completely fuming.

My parents were complete opposites. My mum was always loud and quick to scold any of us, while my dad was calm—unusually calm and quiet. Still, at least they did their parenting duties for my siblings and me.

I sighed as the call finally disconnected. I didn’t think I’d ever attend another party until I graduated. And note to self: never tell Alix anything about what I plan to do at school before she goes running to our parents.

I was about to sit down at my desk to start my essay assignment when I heard a knock at the door. I opened it to find Mr. Damon standing there, holding a pair of new clothes.

I stared at him, confused, as his lips curved into a slow smile.

“Errm… can I come in?” he asked.

I only had an oversized t-shirt and my undies on—which was deeply embarrassing. Then again, I couldn’t completely blame myself; I wasn’t expecting visitors.

“Oh, yeah… come in, I guess,” I said, wondering how he had even managed to get past the female dorm security.

“Nice room,” Mr. Damon stated, looking around before turning back to me. His massive frame completely towered over my small, petite body.

I couldn't help but feel a heavy, delicious flutter in my stomach—it was unexplainable, but it made me feel loose and suddenly dangerous.

I moved to sit on my bed, intentionally arranging myself in a very sexy position that exposed a large area of my thighs. This seemed to do very little to him on the surface, but I sensed his eyes linger a bit on my thighs before diverting back to my eyes as he began to speak.

“I got you some clothes—figured you might feel bad after the whole arrest incident. Just… erm, take care, and come by my office if you need anything,” he said, his gaze locked entirely on my face now, never moving.

I tugged nervously on the hem of my shirt as I adjusted my sitting position to stylishly cover my exposed skin.

Mr. Damon looked unbothered, carefully adjusting his eyeglasses before speaking again. “Also, I’ve spoken with the sports coach, and Dave could be suspended from football if his GPA doesn't improve this semester, and if he refuses to apologize to you. The coach has been letting him play due to his captain role, but his grades are almost down the drain—he could say goodbye to his scholarship. Just my little way of punishing him for you.” He ended with a slow smirk as his eyes surveyed my room once again.

“Wow… you really didn’t have to, but thanks,” I replied.

For a few heavy seconds, none of us said anything, so I spoke up to break the tension.

“Quick question, are you on I***a?” I asked, fiddling with my hair and giving a cute, deliberate smile trying to mask my embarrassment and sudden boldness.

This made him give me a quizzical look before responding, “No, I'm not really into the whole social media stuff. But why?”

“Nothing at all… just want to be able to reach you in case of any mishaps,” I said, trying hard to sound neutral while my heart hammered.

“Anything you need, Halle… you know where to find me. I have an office, y’know,” he finally said, half-laughing as he opened the door, still holding the clothes he’d brought.

“Oh, silly me. Here are your clothes.” He placed them on the table beside the door before waving me goodbye and closing the door behind him.

“What the hell is wrong with me?” I thought to myself, feeling far more stupid than embarrassed now. I rolled over, picking up my phone to text Mitch.

*****

After lectures the next day, Mitch and I decided to accompany two girls—Elena and Sarah from my class—to the cafeteria to get lunch.

Mitch couldn’t stop talking about the new senior, John—the same senior he ran off with during the party. They had started dating, and I was genuinely happy for him.

I still hadn’t told Mitch about the incident with Dave. If I had, he would definitely confront Dave right after giving me a long, biting earful on why I shouldn’t have agreed to Dave’s blowjob request in the first place, and it could escalate everything out of control. Moreover, Mr. Damon had it handled already. I was hoping Dave didn’t go about blabbering about what transpired that night to his friends and other students, and I definitely didn’t want anyone finding out I was still a virgin in university. That in itself was humiliating enough.

Dave suddenly came by our table and said he needed to speak with me. I looked at him in awe as Mitch nudged me playfully. I shot Mitch an annoyed look before standing up, tilting my head up to meet Dave’s gaze.

“What do you want?” I asked, crossing my arms around my bust, acting all serious.

“I wanna talk—in private, please, Halle,” he said with a little soberness in his voice.

He had that same sad look he usually had whenever he was being reprimanded by the staff for any of his antics.

Like a stupid puppy, with his cute eyes and ruffled brown hair. I was noticing him a little too well—he wasn’t so bad. “Wait, what the hell?” I should focus.

I snapped out of my thoughts. “Fine,” I finally said after giving his request a mental weighing.

I could see Mitch giggling with the girls as I followed Dave out of the cafeteria into the empty hallway.

What could possibly go wrong, after all?