Calum calls me two more times. I send texts to inform him of the change in plans but they go unreplied. Lunch with the girls is full on gossip and laughing mode. Until Jackson walks into the cafeteria with Regina hanging from his arm.
The sight of the duo is a soft blow to my chest. I make an involuntary sound that the girls notice, and their laughter dies off. Jackson and Regina find a seat with their clique. I pretend not to notice but my gaze strays a few times to their table.
“We should go to my parent’s beach house this weekend or next,” Amelia says. It’s to drag me out of my slump but now my eyes are fixed on them. I can’t stop staring. Is this why he didn’t pick my calls? I wanted to apologise for ending things the way I did. Someone steps on my toe, my glare wavers when I see it’s Amelia. She probably doesn’t understand why I’m bothered. I’m not bothered, I’m just disturbed. He didn’t
I wake up in the morning feeling less bold than I did when I sent those videos yesterday. Dinner was uneventful. Calum was well behaved. He didn’t send another text except to wish me goodnight.After final touches to my face, I grab my backpack and head to Calum’s room. I knock once. He opens up with a grin, shaggy hair falling into his eyes. I glance at the stairs first, then whisk his hair from his forehead. Without notice, he drags me into his room and locks the door. Strolling to the study table with his laptop, he bends over and starts typing on it. I pout at his hunched frame. No morning kiss?“Feeling better?” he throws over his shoulder.“Yeah. Much.” I’ll never underestimate the power of a good night’s rest. I bridge the short distance between us, one hand on his waist as I peek over his shoulder. He shuts his laptop before I see what he’s working on. “How about you? Had a good nigh
Calum doesn’t speak to me on the ride home. I can’t form a sentence so I sit still and quiet throughout the drive. He parks and his icy glare turns to me. I gulp. “In my room, Cathy. Now.”“No.”Darkness clouds his gaze and a blonde brow lifts. I haven’t seen this version of him. “I didn’t hear that,” he mutters in a tone cold as his expression. I shake my head and he smirks. “I thought as much.”Shaking off the nerves, I get out of the car and rush into the house. Dani waves from the couch, she’s glued to the soap opera showing on TV but manages to ask how school was. I swallow my words as soon as Calum steps into the living room. The room grows hotter and I fan myself. Where did all the air go? He stops behind me, his hand on my lower back and I nearly jump out of my skin.“How was your first lesson?” Dani asks him.Her attention is divided
I’m horny. I’m so bloody horny I can’t keep still for a second. My foot raps into the floor, Calum throws me a warning look and I stop only for a second before I resume. He needs to touch me.“Cathy,” Stepbrother dearest mutters. He looks up to the Saturday sun and sighs. “Keep still.”“I can’t.”Setting the guitar beside his seat, he drags my seat towards him. Our knees touch. “What’s the problem?”“You know what the problem is,” I grumble.His lips pucker. Annoying man. “Enlighten me.”Subconsciously, my legs part open. I’m wearing a skirt. I’ve been wearing more skirts since that ugly night he left me hanging. Staring into space, I try to form the words but they are stuck in my throat.Annoyed at him, myself, I run my fingers through my hair and my shoulders deflate. Joining him doesn&rsquo
Watching Calum talk about his songs is like listening to a kid go on about his favourite toy. He lights up in ways I’ve never seen before and my heart pumps way too fast, way too hard in bliss. He stops talking and my hands sink into the bed.The hand holding his music note drops to his side. Calum walks away from his desk to kneel before the bed. His blond curls are a shade darker, damp with sweat and excitement. My legs lower to each side of his body. I finger comb his hair and smile.“You need to stop looking at me like that,” he says. His clammy palms slide up my thighs and I tug on the roots of his hair. “Or I’ll take you to bed now.”Laughter bubbles out of my lips and my head falls back from the weight of it. He pushes my hand back into his hair. “Who says I don’t want that?”“Cathy.” On his feet, he crosses his arms and I’m drawn to his biceps, the tattoos. K
I love Calum but he is too stubborn. He spends more time beating himself up on a past that he can’t change instead of working to improve the future. Speaking of the handsome man, Calum pokes my side and I erupt in a fit of giggles. His hand returns to the steering wheel, he throws me a glance and my body thrums. He’s too hot.“What has got you thinking so hard?” he asks.“Nothing.” He rolls his eyes, he does that a lot around me. I end the chat with Tessa and slide my phone into my pocket. Yes, I apologised to her but we are planning something bigger and nicer for Calum. I like that Tessa didn’t ask any questions about our relationship status but I suspect she knows. I wish she asked so I might have gotten advice from a girl older than me. “Just thinking about how much I love you, Cal.” Calum blushes. He slows the car by a deserted street and I hop onto his laps. My fingers catch in his hair. He sighs. “I love you too, Cathy.” I pull his bottom lip between my teeth, release it and k
Dinner is painfully slow. I’m in a bad mood and everyone notices. Calum slides an arm over my thigh but I shake it off. I still feel dirty; cheap.“Cathy, how was school today?” Dani asks from the other side of the table. Dad watches me. He has been on my case since I came downstairs. He’s not the only one. Calum has been trying to get more than one word replies out of me. But the only thing in my head is slut. “Are you okay?”“Yeah—” I stop and shake my head. Putting the fork down, I add, “I don’t feel so good.” Well aware the whole table is listening to us, I stand and grab my plate filled with spaghetti. “I’ll just drop this and go to my room. If…if that’s okay.”Dad and Dani share a glance. They want to say more but they don’t know how. Calum comes to the rescue. He copies my stance, his empty plate in one hand. I don’t want hi
CALUMCathy is teaching me how to finger her. No, I’m not mortified. Learning with Cathy is more fun than I have had in such a long time. One would think my years of fame had taught me a thing or two about women and fingers. But oh, well. Here I am in my room getting schooled on how to make a lady orgasm with only my fingers. “Yeah,” Cathy breathes out. Her head meets my shoulder, she grinds against my fingers moving inside her and stills. “Right there, Cal. Again.” “Again?” I tease. Hell, she’s greedy. Wanting more and more and I want to give it all to her. My heart, my body, my fingers. Everything she demands. Her walls clench around my fingers, I push them higher to rub against the spot I hit earlier. Her eyelids flutter open and she nods. I snicker. She curses, her head falls back and she bounces hard like she would have done on my dick. My dick jerks in protest. It’s missing out on all the attention. But the look on Cathy’s face is worth it. Flushed cheeks, teeth buried into
CALUMThe phone trembles in my hand. I drop it to the study table and replay the short conversation with Tessa in my head. They wanted to talk to me. Sam and Lucas. My former bandmates.Why?Why now?They haven’t been able to reach me because I changed my number and blocked both of them. I don’t want anything to do with Sam or Lucas or the fucking band. I am done with that life, not the singing but the mindless moments; the high, the toxicity and loneliness. Fame changed the three of us. They hurt me. Not once did they visit at rehab. Yes, I fucked up badly. But friends fuck up all the time. And friends also pick each other up.I don’t hate them for casting me off but I hate them for being unable to put down their pride and anger to check on their friend who almost lost his life. We were friends first before we became a band. His brother survived, I might not have.My fingers tap against my temple. Cathy knew. Wai