DAISY

It doesn't take us ten minutes to change outfits and do our hair before hurrying to the limo waiting downstairs.

Yes, it's extra. It's so much of Riley.

"Does it have to take forever to get the dress?" Kay impatiently complains, scanning my outfits with those emerald green eyes.

"It's barely ten minutes." Riley ignores the angered boy and rewards his face with kisses.

I look away and swallow the prominent ache twinging inside me.

"Which I would've used for something else. You know how I feel about waiting. Each second counts, you don't waste it." But as soon as the words leave his lips, he seems to regret them.

Granted! Because those are my words. I've said them since childhood.

Our eyes meet and he exhales a deep breath, his eyes fueling with an unknown blaze.

What's hurting him? Why won't he let it out? Why is he punishing me for it?

We load into the car while the chauffeur drives.

Riley sits ahead, and I know it isn't coincidental when Kay chooses to sit next to me instead of by his girlfriend's side.

Luckily, Riley doesn't seem to notice or bother about the seating arrangement. She basks in the comfort of the luxurious car.

"How can I turn on the music?" She asks, confused.

"Why?"

"Because our moods need vibes, KC." Riley rolls her eyes at him before pressing a button that winds down the divider window. "How can I control the music from here?" She asks the driver.

"There should be a remote in the holder," he courteously informs.

"Okay, thank you."

I sit quietly, unable to move or even function with Kay this close. It's impossible to breathe; the heat of his body penetrates every pore of mine.

The room might be cold with the air conditioning, but I'm sweating.

Maybe it's because of Riley, the innocent, kind-hearted friend who has no idea about the relationship between her boyfriend and me.

"Look, I can change the lights." She chuckles as the space turns a dim blue. With the tinted windows, it's barely visible in the limousine.

Neither Kaiser nor I reply. She continues changing the music until she decides on one I wish I could turn off.

'Don't Stop Me Now' by Queen.

Yes, because it gets Kay leaning into my nape and whispering, "Why are you sweating? Am I turning you on?"

"What?" I ask equally in a hushed manner.

"Let's find out." Before I can grasp his meaning, his hand circles my waist, holding me in place while the other slips into my skirt, aiming for what should be forbidden for him.

WHAT THE FUCK.

"Are you insane?" I whisper a shout before letting out a soft moan, luckily swallowed by the loud music.

"Maybe." He mumbles in my ear, stroking my aching clit with his fingers. "Don't stop me now," he sultry sings along with the music.

Oh, God. He can't possibly be doing this right here with Riley so close—or even ever. And reacting anyway will only stem suspicion in her, he knows it, that's why he's torturing me, aware I am powerless.

"Tonight I'm gonna have myself a real good time
I feel alive
And the world, I'll turn it inside out, yeah
I'm floating around in ecstasy
So, (don't stop me now)
(Don't stop me)
'Cause I'm having a good time, having a good time
I'm a shooting star leaping through the sky
Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity
I'm a racing car passing by like Lady Godiva
I'm gonna go, go, go
There's no stopping."

Great choice of song, Riley.

The intense feeling in my lower stomach is hard to resist. I cover my mouth with my hands to muffle the uncontrollable soft moans and excessive breathing as his fingers play with my clit roughly enough to pressure out an orgasm. My legs tremble from the aftershock, but that isn't enough humiliation for him. His two fingers dip into my opening, gearing me to almost scream.

"Shush," he whispers a warning, his warm breath caressing my neck. His fingers thrust in, hitting the right spot at the first trial, leaving me with no option but to gnaw on my bottom lip so hard it might bleed. "You do like it. Your tight little pussy is clenching on my fingers, ready to cum again for me."

"Kay," My head begins shaking, but what I get is added pleasure from his thumb rubbing inside my fold. The wet noises were loud in my conscious but it was clear Riley couldn't hear a thing over the loud music continuing to play.

A warm, moist sensation molds along my neck. It takes Kay's grunt for me to realize it is his tongue, and even then, I can't stop anything he's doing to me. While his thrusts into my wetness are rough, his tongue is a gentle pressure, teasing and stimulating intense arousal, sending tingles all over my body. It feels like something is about to detonate in me.

"I am a satellite, I'm out of control
I am a sex machine ready to reload
Like an atom bomb about to
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, explode
I'm burnin' through the sky, yeah
200 degrees
That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit
I'm traveling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic woman of you." Kay follows the music in my ear, his slippery lips brushing my skin and occasionally nibbling, leaving goosebumps everywhere they skid. It shoots me to the edge no matter how I fight it, and I find myself coming all over his fingers again, this time so intense than the last time that I clasp his thigh for support.

No, no, no. I didn't.

"Little evil, you're going to hell." He kissed my neck one last time and adjusted back.

When I look over with a racing heart, he's smugly licking my juice off his fingers.

I scamper away and cross over to Riley's side with nothing more to say. I don't care if my reaction was wary anymore, I've already done worse.

I have no words or anything forgivable to offer. So I stay silent for the rest of the ride.

Yes, or even the rest of the day, as different bands come on stage, singing to the starved students cheering in the school theater hall.

Malik comes around, hanging with us by a lounging area while people keep coming by just to say hello to the godlike man who just gave me my second orgasm in the most blasphemous method.

The day goes by easily, with songs and drinks we keep consuming. I join the pee line twice. On the third round, everything stops when the person I've been ignoring for weeks blocks my way.

"Caden," I mutter, as he looks—predatory.

"So it's you. That's why you're so cautious about your history," he accuses, his dark unfamiliar eyes matching his tone.

"What are you talking about?" My forehead wrinkles in confusion.

I would've said he's drunk, but from the look on his face and the sweet smell of his cologne, I know he's everything but drunk.

He's angered. I can see the steam rising through his veins.

"Don't lie to me." He grumbles, shoving me to the wall.

I wince from the unexpected violence. Okay, what the heck?

"I don't know what you're talking about." I try to understand, but his frosty stare pins me in place. His dark eyes resemble nothing human and spare me no warning as he corners me against the wall.

My heartbeat picks up pace, and my eyes widen with fear.

What's happening?

"What should I do with you? What do you do with someone who took everything from you?" He whispers with a snarl.

I am sure there is a misunderstanding here.
"Caden..." I begin, but he interrupts, pressing his finger over my lips to shut me, and my entire body turns to stone.

"Your father, Kane Esteban, killed my only sister and took away my life afterward."

There is no sarcasm in his words or that perfect grin he always puts on. It's just terror and the desire for revenge brimming in his looks. The grim expression he wears tells me how much deeper the hole I'm trapped in is.

No matter how much you think you've let go of your past, it claws out reaching back for you. The world that seems so big, is nothing but a small place.