used in reference to us. I know Deke has a dark side, but he can be the gentlest lover. He can make you feel loved and not used, but clearly, tonight is about him. I should have suspected it would go down this way. He’s still mad at me, and he’s gonna make me grovel before he gives me what I want.
“Fuck me.” I choke on the words, but I feel him smile against my neck.
He’s gonna win this round because I need him to think he has me right where he wants me. Enjoy it, Deke. It won’t stay this way for long.
DEMI
I pull up to my mother’s house and get out of my car. I frown when I spot Austin’s Range Rover parked in the driveway. What is she doing here this early? It’s a little after eight a.m. Doesn’t she have to take Lilly to school? Maybe she’s already dropped her off and came over here to pick up Becky to hang out for the day.
I enter the house, not caring about going unnoticed. My mother is already at work, and by the five texts she has sent me, she knows I didn’t come home last night and that I’m running late to school. I just haven’t cared to open them up to read them. I make my way up the right staircase but slow my pace when I hear Becky’s door creak open. What’s she doing up this early anyway? She stays up late and sleeps in, which makes me question why Austin is here even more.
I get my answer the very next second. She leans up against the doorframe, and Deke stands in front of her, his massive size filling the doorway. He has his right hand on her hip and his left in her hair. She smiles up at him like a fucking schoolgirl. I reach the landing and quit walking completely, but I don’t release the railing. I grip it so tight my knuckles are white.
“I had a great time,” she purrs.
He smirks down at her. His black dress shirt is unbuttoned and untucked. It’s wrinkled so I know it spent all night on her floor. She wears an oversized T-shirt, and that’s it. It barely covers her pussy.
He doesn’t say anything to her. Instead, he tells her how much fun he had by placing his lips on hers. He wraps both arms around her and pulls her away from the door. He spins her in a half circle, placing her back to me. Letting go of her waist, he places both of his hands on her face. She moans, and I stand watching like a deer in headlights.
What the hell is he doing? Does she truly believe he wants her? He hates her. I saw it in his eyes when he spoke of her in his room. When he compared me to her. This must be some kind of joke.
He pulls his lips from hers, tilts her head to the side, and lowers his lips to her exposed neck. He opens his eyes, and they land right on me, across the balcony. He knew I was here. “Fuck, Becky!”
My heart pounds at the way he moans her name while he stares at me, but it makes total sense. Why he’s here. Me. He wants to fuck with me. He’s making it very clear that no matter what kind of lying whore she is, she’s better than I am, and I’ll never live up to her. He doesn’t have to say the words. I can read it in his cold crystal blue eyes. And the fact he’s not the least bit surprised to see me.
“Deke,” she pants, falling for his shit.
His eyes remain on mine as he licks his way up her neck to the shell of her ear.
I want to run over and rip her off him. I want kiss him, to show her that he was touching me the same way just two nights ago, but I can’t. I’ve become immobile at the sight of him taunting me. Playing with me as if I’m some fucking amateur.
He pulls away, and the smirk on his face tells me all I need to know.
Fuck you, Demi!
He finally looks away from me and leans down, giving her a peck on the cheek. “I’ll call you later.” Without another word, he walks down the staircase and exits the house.
I look at my sister, and I watch a smile grace her face. It’s that Becky Holt