Katy rushes to her boyfriend’s place—only to catch him cheating. Instead of remorse, he feeds her pathetic lies and expects her to forgive him. Humiliated and furious, something inside her finally snaps. This isn’t heartbreak—it’s a turning point. But how far will she go to make him regret everything?
KATY’S POV “Hey, I’m heading over now. Can you bring out the books I left?” I press send and shove my phone into my jacket pocket as Bryan’s townhouse comes into view, my steps automatically quickening. I have Statistics in thirty minutes, and Mrs. Tompson would rather swallow a jean jacket than let me walk…
I slow as I near my door, spotting someone leaning against the frame. Her head lifts, eyes locking with mine, and a smirk curls her lips. Stacy. Exactly the distraction I ordered. I’d shot her a text twenty minutes ago, but didn’t think she’d make it so quickly. Guess not. She’s in nothing but a…
“You must be so good at socializing that you forget other things matter.” I lift my book. “Oh, things like graduating from college.” His smirk widens, and I can see he’s taking this as a challenge. Is my insistence… kind of a kink for him? “Now, where’s your room? Let’s get started,” I add, keeping…
I almost squeal, but I bite it back hard. He actually agreed. I can’t believe I pulled this off. And suddenly, the weight of it sinks in…this is huge. In the history of Cadston College, I’m his first girlfriend. First. Which makes it not just a win, but a direct slap in Bryan’s face. Another…
“Is that so?” I laugh nervously, rubbing my arms. “Then I guess we’re done here.” I spring to my feet, gathering my things, but before I can escape, his hand closes around my wrist. My breath catches as I glance down at him. “There’s one more thing,” he says. “Wh…what?” My voice trips over itself.…
I press my hands to my face for a second, almost embarrassed at how long it took me to notice. How could I have been so oblivious? But then another thought crosses my mind. How could she think it’s fake? Does she really think it’s impossible for me to be wearing it? Or that I’d…
I lick my lips, my eyes darting anywhere but at him: his lamp, the corner of his desk, the floor. “You started it by saying…” I stop, the words catching in my throat. God, how dumb would I sound admitting I was actually pissed he called me not his type? “Can you just let it…
I roll my eyes, but inside, the words sting more than I want to admit. Bryan’s text comes back to my vision: him telling that girl I wasn’t good in bed and that I didn’t know what I was doing. I press my lips together and push the thought down before it swallows me. “Just…
I want to be able to do more than just pass my exams. I want to tease a guy in ways Allie swears drive them wild. I want to make him moan my name like Allie says guys do when they can’t hold back, make him lose himself entirely, and leave him begging for more.…
Every reason to push him away flashes through my head, but none of them matter. Not when he tastes this good and better than I remembered. Not when his hand cups my cheek with a gentleness that makes my chest ache. His tongue brushes over my bottom lip before he sucks on it, and the…