Happily Ever After? (Sleeping Handsome Sequel) by Jean Haus Page B

got along for the most part. It even felt like
he might be getting over the whole football thing. And maybe will
come to respect my decision one day.
    Or maybe that’s just me
hoping.
    Anyway, Drake had a party
tonight. Well, they’re still partying. I’m in my room. I didn’t
know until she walked through the door, but he invited Amanda.
Paige you have to let me explain at least a little about your past
so I can tell him not to invite her over anymore. She only said hi
to me, but damn I felt guilty being in the same room with her. So
yeah, please give me the go on sharing with Drake.
    Suddenly my door opens. “Oh, here you
are.”
    My eyeballs feel like they’re going to
pop out of my head. When the hell am I going to learn to lock the
door? “Ah, hey Amanda, sorry but I have homework to catch up on.” I
don’t want to get into it with this girl. Stirring up the past
wouldn’t be good for Paige. I gesture at the computer in my lap and
try to keep my voice level. “Big paper due tomorrow.”
    Ignoring me, she stumbles into the
room then collapses on my bed. She’s inches from my tennis shoes. I
scoot up and away from her. She smiles at me. “I just wanted to
talk with you some more about you know…becoming a—a trainer. Yeah,
that’s it.” She turns and lays sideways across the end my bed.
“Can’t we talk for just a little bit?”
    I shake my head and keep my expression
relaxed. “I need an A on this assignment.”
    “ Hmm…I just wanted to tell
you what a great trainer you are.” She flips her hair back slowly
as her dark eyes watch me. “I can see why you’re always booked
solid.” She reaches out, slides her hand up my calf, and her tits
practically pop out her dress.
    I jump off the bed and away from her
touch as horror erupts in me at the sight of her breasts on my
comforter. There is only one girl I want on my bed. I rarely bring
her in here because I’m afraid things will move too fast so alone.
With the vision of Amanda where someone else should be, staying
controlled is becoming challenging. “Sorry, I’m busy.”
    Amanda rolls onto her stomach and
gazes at me. Her dark lashes flutter. “Or we don’t have to talk. I
know you liked touching me the other day. You can touch me again. I
liked it too.”
    My fingers squeeze the computer. “Get
off my bed and get out of my room.” I set the laptop on the dresser
before my grip crushes it. I am such an idiot. Paige was right all
along.
    Her long nails brush the tops of her
breasts. “We can have a little fun together. No one needs to
know.”
    My head feels like it’s about to
explode. She’s going to tell everyone. Probably fucking post it on
Facebook she was in my room. With me alone. I march to the door.
“Get out,” I say from behind clenched teeth. Paige will believe
me—I have to believe that—but she shouldn’t have to deal with the
rumors this bitch is going to spread and relive her past because of
my stupidity.
    She rolls over, leans back on her
elbows, and raises a leg provocatively. “Are you telling me
no?”
    I want the sight of her on my bed
gone. Now. “Get. The. Fuck. Out.”
    She snaps up and says, “Fine.” Then
proceeds to mess up her long hair into a nest then pinch the side
of her neck.
    My eyebrows about reach my hairline.
This girl is not a bitch. She’s the spawn of Satan. The depths
she’ll go to get back at Paige are boundless.
    She glances at the dresser covered
with pictures of Paige, sneers at me, and pinches the plump skin of
a tit above the low cut fabric.
    At the sight of her making a fake
hickey, I lose it.
    She wants a scene. I’ll make a scene.
My hand wraps around her upper arm. Ignoring her ow noises, I drag
her through the apartment, open the door, and toss her outside.
After snapping the lock, I turn around to a sea of faces staring at
me. All conversation has stopped. “If anyone lets that crazy,
desperate ass slut in this house, I will lose it way worse than
this.”
    The spawn pounds