At lunch time, Alex and Ravine sneak out of the campus to check into the hotel. Alex didn’t care if she was screaming her lungs out, her make up was bring ruined and he was drilling into her barbarically.
“S-stop…” she whimpers. He couldn’t hear her.
“Alex… ah… ah!” She screams in a different way than usual moans. The perplexed male stops at once, concerned about her. But then again, he thought it was easier to not feel concerned about her. Pulling out, he sees her crying face for the first time in their relationship.
“What’s wrong with you?” His tone was subjected to brutality. Ravine throws the pillow at him, finally letting all her emotions flow.
“Go away! Fuck off!!” Her screaming that way does something to him. At the pit of his stomach, he feels a harsh tug and a punch both.
“What-” He already has a tantrum throwing money sister at home, he knew how to stop angry young females.
However, Ravine’s fake nails pierce his skin as he jumps away from her, holding his forearm as it bled red blood.
“What the fuck!?” He was about to hit her.
Ravine looks into his eyes as if she was looking into the eyes of the Devil himself. Alex’s arm pauses mid-air.
Framton would be so unwilling to accept an eyesore like him in the family. He was about to hit a girl. Framton didn’t raise any of his kids like that.
“What the fuck is wrong with you today!? Whore.” Alex mumbles under his breath.
Ravine aggressively wipes her face off of any scars of his violent, harsh sex. Alex watches her with bubbling anger, but only this time, Ravine’s was in par with the heat of the sun. She was writhing in anger, she wanted to unalive him right now.
“Whore?” She gets up, pushing him by his shoulders.
“Whore, huh!?” She pushes him again, crashing him into the wall.
“Ravine! Mind your fucking business! You’re nothing but a slut to me-” his words are cut short to an empty expression towards her. Her slap makes him do so.
The sheer force of her anger filled slap on his left cheek makes him look redder than before.
His head doesn’t recoil back, he wonders about the carpet design out of the blue.
When he does look back at the girl’s face, she was not crying just for herself. She was crying for him as well, their breaking relationship.
“Why… why don’t you feel my heart…?” She asks him. Alex glares her down until she’s fallen to her knees and cries in her own lap.
“Because I have no reason to love you, nor be loved by you. We were never meant to be…” his words makes her aching heart stop.
Without saying further, he leaves the room half clothed and buttons himself up while reaching to the counter.
“120$. Let the girl take the room for today.” Saying, he speeds up on his car and leaves the place without looking back.
What has he done…
****
A month passes by.
Everyone was promoted to the next campus while a prom was arranged for those who brought their dates for it. Everyone was busy trying to fit into the adult world.
Especially Cassandra who, in this body, felt like an 18 year old.
On 10th of April, she will be turning 18. Less than five days for her to be able to drink legally!
Currently, Zayn and Cassandra were hitting it off in his room while she lied to her other brothers about ‘birthday shopping’.
Zayn does as promised to her milky body.
She had harnesses all over her body.
He comments, “Damn, Cassie. Your body is growing.” He whispers sensually to her.
“Is it bad?” She asks, her hand over his which deliciously squeezes her growing bosom.
“It’s the best type of good, darling.”
After half an hour of lovemaking, Cassandra smiles at Zayn who waves at her. She wears her wedges and walks out of the window. A role reversal for today.
“I’ll be back for some more tonight. I’m horny as fuck!” She whispers while leaning over the window at him. He rolls over on the bed and pecks her lips. Good thing, that he adjusted his bed towards the window just recently.
“I’ll be prepared for your horniness. Ride me.”
“Yessir~” giggling, Cassandra walks away on the crunchy side lawn and gets into the car driven by Mr. Ronald. He’s been waiting for only 3 minutes, to be precise.
Cassandra goes shopping all by herself. She was dressed mildly sexy but majorly cute and comfortable. Her ivory medieval frock and thigh high stocking with frails was a head turner to many. The rich mall couldn’t hide their ladies from getting jealous. She was a Johnson after all.
However, she wasn’t the only rich girl in the arena.
Ravine in her hot pink mid thigh dress had three of her workers behind her. A driver as well. All of them carried her shopping like they were burdens, yet none of them speaking against her wishes.
“Oh. Look who we have here. A Johnson!” Cassandra hears Ravine’s statement over a lobby. Cassandra rolls her eyes, yet approaching Ravine.
“Not buying anything? I believe your birthday is close by, right?”
“That’s right.” Cassandra simply answers.
“Aren’t you gonna get yourself a boyfriend? It’s a custom for all rich girls to get a boyfriend when they turn 18.”
“Careful. Your insecurities are showing. Besides, I don’t need any validations from anyone. Because,” Cassandra leans in, a pleasant smirk over her features, “I’m a Johnson.”
Cassandra laughs softly and walks away. Ravine removes her goggles and clenches her jaw.
“Bitch.”
In a Gucci store somewhere on the third floor, Cassandra sighs when she finds no proper attire for her birthday.
“Mr. Ronald! It’s been an hour already!” The poor old man jumps at her crying out in frustration.
“I’m sorry that these do not match your fashion, Miss Cassandra. But I think I have something to offer.” Says the old man.
“You see, my cousin’s daughter is a renowned fashion designer of the town. I can talk to her if you’d like?”