Unexpected Guest's

Kimberly's POV

 Walked back home alone, smiling to myself for no reason. All day, I couldn't stop thinking about that night. God, he has such mad skills with his mouth and fingers, and he made me cum over and over again.

I was supposed to be planning my revenge. Instead, I was lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling and replaying every second like a movie I wasn't ready to finish.

That was his first time?

If that was his first time, I was a little afraid of what his tenth would look like. I can’t wait to see what more he can do with his mouth and hands. Could this be why all the girls throw themselves at him?

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face. I could still feel his lips on mine, the way he had kissed me as if he had all the time in the world, the way his hands had known exactly where to go and how long to stay.

He had made me forget my own name, more than once. He’s so fucking good, God, he was so perfect and I want him again.

There. I said it...

I want him...

I had already promised Dad I would marry the man he chose, but I had six weeks before the engagement. Who said I couldn't have a little fun before I got tied to a complete stranger who might turn out to be another asshole like Raymond.

Besides, Caspian was the perfect choice of I intend to provoke Raymond and Valerie. He is cute, and he was the one guy Raymond could never compare to, the one guy who could make him jealous and furious in the same breath.

Valerie likes him too, I bet she’ll go mad with rage if she sees me with him. It was a win-win. I got a guy I liked, and Raymond got his ego destroyed.

I smiled...

Perfect plan...

It was evening already, almost the same time I had run into Caspian and his friends two nights ago. Maybe they were going out again. Maybe they would let me tag along.

I picked up my phone. Don't ask me how I got his number. Every girl at Waverly has it. He's the star of the school and every girl's crush, so yes, I had it too.

“Hi... Want to meet up?” I typed and sent him. My thumb hovered over the screen for three whole seconds before I hit send.

Then I held the phone in both hands and stared at it as if my life depended on it. Had he calmed down since this afternoon? Did he think I was just a stupid nerd? Did he hate me now?

The answer came in a few minutes, though it felt like years.

“Sure. As long as you don't run off on me again.” He typed back. How did he even know it was me, does he have my number too?

Heat rushed to my face.

“Must you bring that up? I'm sorry, okay?”

“It's hard not to, sweet pea. But I'll try, if you promise not to do it again.”

He called me sweet pea...

I pressed the phone against my chest and smiled like an idiot. Then my thumbs got ahead of my brain.

“Do you say that to every girl you hang out with?”

I regretted it the second I sent it.

Stupid. Stupid, stupid. I had completely forgotten what he told me at the rink. He had said he gave me his first time and I had totally forgotten. All I remembered was the rumors about him, and now I had thrown them in his face.

The screen stayed quiet...

One minute... Two minutes ...

Still nothing. I stopped breathing, I could hear my heart beating in my head. I thought it was over, thought he wouldn’t speak with me again. Then my phone buzzed.

“Tell me where you want to go and I'll pick you up. Or hang out with me and my friends at a private club. Your choice, sweet pea,” he sent me.

He hadn't answered my question, and he hadn't been angry either. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. God, why is he so perfect?

“Anywhere is fine. I'll be ready in twenty minutes.” I responded almost immediately. I did a tiny happy dance in the middle of my room. Then I flung open my closet excitedly. Too excited actually.

The last time, I had shown up looking like I wandered in from a lecture hall. I looked like a nerd, and he had not been ashamed of me. So, this time, I wanted to look good for Caspian. Like really good.

My eyes landed on the midnight-black ruched bodycon dress, and I knew. Caspian was used to seeing me in oversized sweaters and hoodies in the stands. Tonight needed a complete rewrite of that picture.

The fabric hugged my waist and sculpted every curve, and the sweetheart neckline did things for my figure that I had never believed possible. When I turned in front of the mirror, the ruching down the back made me look like someone I didn't recognize. Someone confident.

I slipped into my black strappy stilettos, and my posture changed at once. Taller. Slower. More sure. At the vanity, I did a smoky eye with a sharp wing, then fastened a heavy silver choker around my neck. It covered the last of the marks he had left behind. A dab of concealer took care of the rest. Then a touch of shimmer oil on my collarbones, so they would catch the light in whatever dark lounge he took me to.

I grabbed my rhinestone clutch, took a last look at the stranger in the mirror, and sat on the edge of the sofa. My stomach was full of butterflies. I checked the time. Fifteen minutes.

Then someone knocked.

"Wow, he's early," I whispered, grinning.

I smoothed my dress, took a breath, and swung the door open with a bright smile.

"Hi, I..."

My smile vanished.

Raymond and Valerie stood outside my door. For a moment, nobody spoke. Raymond's eyes traveled from my face to my choker to my dress to my heels, then all the way back up. His eyebrows pulled together.

"Kimberly?"

Behind him, Valerie held a paper bag in both hands, wearing a sweet, innocent smile. The kind she wore for our parents.

"Surprise!" she chirped.

"Mom heard you were sick and sent soup. Raymond offered to come with me." I almost laughed. Raymond offered. Of course he had, I mean, why wouldn’t he?

He gets to pretend to be a good fiance to me while hanging out with my sister. Of course he’s happy to help. Perfect excuse to spend more time with his lover.