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never wanted to be one, Ken. The way he treats me is the way I want to be treated.”

“Isn’t that kinda degrading?”

Could be, if you weren’t into those kinds of things.

“Riggs is not abusive and he doesn’t do things to me I don’t want him to do. I wouldn’t let him touch me in certain ways if I knew he was doing it to hurt me. I like being fucked roughly, spanked, choked. That’s who I am, and him doing what I ask him to doesn’t make him a bad guy.”

She thought about what I said, and after a little while, she smiled at me. “I know you’re happy, but aren’t you scared that you’ll someday break from all of the rough things you let him do to you?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. But it’s also not like I don’t know where my limits are. If I don’t feel like having sex, or don’t feel like camming one of the men, I don’t urge myself to. I know when to stop.”

“Okay. That’s important,” she told me.

“Since we’re already talking about him…he wanted to come over tonight, but I told him I didn’t have time. So he’ll be here tomorrow night,” I explained.

“Lucky your parents aren’t around. If I were Riggs, I wouldn’t dare come here to sleep with his friends’ daughter.”

Well, Riggs was reckless, just like me.

I shrugged. “As long as they don’t find out.”

Besides, it was none of their business who I spent time with.

“I hope they don’t.”

*

“What have you been eating the past few days?” Della asked through the phone as I was walking through the hallway in school.

It was almost time for my first class, but she had to call this early and ask me about the food I was ingesting without them around.

“All kinds of things. Chinese, Mexican, Italian,” I told her.

The hallway was empty, and I was the only one left who needed to enter my classroom.

“So you’ve been getting takeout most nights?” she asked, sounding slightly disappointed.

“Yes, hey, Della? I really need to go to class. I’m already late,” I told her.

“Oh, yes. Your father says hello and we’re excited to come back home on Sunday. Call me later, okay?”

“Yeah, sure. Enjoy your weekend. Bye,” I said, hanging up the phone and letting out a heavy sigh.

“Miss Bentley,” a stern voice called out just as I pushed my phone back into my backpack.

I turned to look at Mr. Trapani walking toward me, and with a sweet smile, I tilted my head to the side and waited for him to reach me.

“Good morning, Mr. T.”

“Why aren’t you in class?” He pushed his hands into his pockets, trying to look scary and intimidating.

He didn’t have any effect on me at this point, seeing as Riggs was a man no one could ever top.

“My stepmother called. She’s on vacation,” I told him.

“Something wrong with Della?”

Right. I forgot that all my teachers knew my parents by name, since they all hung out at the country club like rich people did.

“No, she’s doing fine. She was just worrying about what I’m eating, seeing as I can’t cook.”

That was a lie.

I knew how to cook, but I was too lazy to.

“Maybe you should learn how to cook. Far healthier than getting takeout every day.”

I shrugged. “Maybe I should get cooking lessons by a true Italian. I love pasta,” I teased, internally rolling my eyes at myself.

He chuckled and shook his head. “Maybe when you’re older and not my student anymore. Go to class, Miss Bentley. And I hope you won’t be late for mine after lunch.”

I couldn’t keep from grinning at his comment, and if Riggs didn’t exist in my life at this point, I would’ve definitely flirted back even more.

“I won’t be late. A presto, Signor Trapani,” I told him, then I turned to walk to my class and get him out of my head quickly because he wasn’t who I wanted to spend my thoughts on.

I’d see Riggs again tonight, and my excitement grew bigger minute by minute.

I sat down on my chair and pulled the books I needed out of my backpack while my physics teacher wasn’t even here yet, so I didn’t even have to hurry to get here.

“Val!” someone whispered loudly, and I turned to look at Declan sitting in the back with two of his friends whose names I didn’t even care to remember.

I raised a brow to make him talk again.

“Come sit back here with us,” he offered, nodding to the empty chair