Page 37 of Quiet Obsession
He took my shorts off, then my bra, his hands gentle on my skin, blue eyes roving my body. He was so fucking careful, kissing my neck and panting praise in my ear.
“Can’t wait to taste that tight little pussy, princess.”He cupped me through my panties, groaning into my cleavage.“Can’t wait to hear you moan for me all nice and sweet.Hold on, let me grab a condom.”
He stalked out of the room, locking himself in the adjacent bathroom. I thought I heard him say something, but I dismissed it. I lay on his fresh-smelling sheets, almost naked, my chest rising and falling faster. I was nervous and excited. The boy I’d been crushing on for two years was going to make love to me. He was going todateme.
So fucking naïve.
My phone pinged with a text message just then. I ignored it, wringing my fingers and waiting for Evan. Another ping came within seconds, then another, and more still, faster and faster.
With a frown, I plucked the phone from my bag and my stomach dropped to my knees as I read the texts from Holly, my lab partner.
Get out of there, Millie!
It’s a trap.
You need to leave!
He’s streaming this LIVE.
The whole school can see you!
Get out!
Get out!
Get out!
I felt sick, but my mind couldn’t comprehend what was happening. It seemed so surreal, so abstract to accuse Evan of doing something this vile... but I glanced up toward the shelves of trophies on the other side of the room. It took me a second to notice the blinking red light, then the camera lens.
Blood drained from my face. Tears sprang to my eyes. I couldn’t breathe, or move, or say a single word. I was paralyzed, staring into the lens.
Evan exited the bathroom, pinching the bridge of his long nose.“Noticed, have you? Took you long enough.”
As if it wasn’t already the worst day of my life, he snatched the camera, pointing it at his face.
“Looks like our experiment is coming to an end, guys. I love you all and I’m here to entertain you but there are limits and...”He turned to me, one eyebrow raised.“You won’t let me fuck you now, right?”
I choked on my sobs, whatever else he was saying was drowned out by the ringing in my ears. I don’t remember how I got out of there. I can’t recall getting dressed or leaving. My next memory is sitting in my bathroom at home, crying so hard I felt like I’d throw up while I watched one video after another.
Evan had recorded us since I began tutoring him for lit.
I nearly choked on my tongue when Miss Harringtonsuggested it to him. I was so elated I thought my heart would punch through my ribs.
It was happening. He’d finally notice me after I’d been crushing on him fortwoyears, watching him from behind locker doors or from around corners. I caught glimpses in the hallways and waited for him to pass me so I could get a whiff of his cologne. I attended every hockey game, watched him play, cheered him on.
It’s embarrassing to admit how many times I daydreamed about him bumping into me. I imagined he’d say something charming. That he’d confess he’s been watching me as long as I’ve been watching him.
And that first day in the library, hedidsay charming things.
“I didn’t realize you were so cute up close.”
“You’re really pretty, princess. And a pretty tutor makes the student show up and try hard.”
“You’ve got those big librarian eyes. Makes me want to misbehave just to see if you’ll scold me.”
And he kept up the charm. He was a gentleman, the boy-next-door type, caring, smart, polite. Or so I thought until he belittled me for the whole school’s entertainment. He set up a website to upload videos. He did live streams.
Everyone knew...the entire school.
