Relinquish(13)

“I have never come in a girl’s mouth before. Like ever. So, yeah, it was good.” He chuckles, sweat slipping off his forehead.

“Really?” I question, shocked.

“Yeah. They always complain their mouth is hurting and stop, or they bite the shit out of me,” he replies. “You’re something else, you know that?” A smile creeps across my face and my cheeks warm. I’m not sure how to respond.

He pulls up his pants, zipping his fly, and my eyes widen. That’s it? He’s not even going to touch me? At first I didn’t want him to, but after just experiencing him come in my mouth, how lost he was in what I was doing, my body demands to be explored.

I slide back over to my side of the seat and situate myself, my body aching with the need to be unraveled.

“So, what are you going to do about not getting the job?” he asks, starting the truck. My high plummets. I forgot all about not getting the job. Shit.

“I’m not sure. I can’t seem to find anything, and we need the money badly.” I shake my head, completely at a loss for what Jayden and I are going to do. The air conditioning blasts against my face, causing me to sigh with relief.

Pulling up to my apartment, Chasen turns the truck off. I almost whine from the loss of cool air.

I look at him, curious if he wants to come up. Please, come up with me, touch me, grab me, kiss me. God, my inner vixen sounds pathetic.

He leans over, and my body weeps with gratitude that he’s finally going to touch me. Just as I’m about to plow myself into him, he thrusts a handful of cash between us.

“What the f*ck is that?” I ask angrily, my body instantly losing its lustful state.

“Get yourself something pretty, pay your rent, whatever,” he responds, dropping the cash in my lap.

“What is this for?” I tilt my head to the side and look at him warily.

“Just take it.” His tone is suddenly laced with anger.

I start chewing on my thumbnail, looking the money over. It’s only fifty dollars, and it’s not like I didn’t work for it. I exhale a breath of despair and grab it, my fingers fiddling with the edges.

“See you around, Charlie.” I look up, seeing Chasen grinning wolfishly. I grimace, looking back at the money in my hand.

“See you around, Chasen,” I mumble. Fisting the money in one hand, I use the other to open the door and get out.





FIVE


CHARLIE


It’s been three days since my ride home with Chasen. Jayden and I still have no jobs, but I managed to keep the landlord at bay with the money I got from Chasen. It won’t hold him off for long, though.

“Look what I got!” Jayden exclaims, walking through our apartment door.

Glancing up from my outdated magazine, I notice Jayden holding a plastic card in her hand. Her hair is frizzier today than usual, and her green tank top is disheveled, hanging off her shoulder.

“You look like shit, and what’s that?” I question, sitting up as she huffs and lowers her hand.

“It’s an ID,” she explains, looking it over.

“How did you get that?” I narrow my brows with concern.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t apply for one or anything. It’s fake.” She smiles proudly. My face turns into a grimace, my bottom lip tucked between my teeth in anger.

“How the hell did you pay for that, Jayden?”

She shrugs, sticking it in the back pocket of her torn-up white shorts. “I have my ways. Don’t worry, I didn’t use our cash.”

“You have your ways?” I twist my face in question, not sure what the hell that’s supposed to mean.

Jayden rolls her eyes and falls back on her bed. “I stole some sandwiches from the college’s cafeteria,” she states, changing the subject. My mouth instantly waters; I haven’t had anything to eat all day.

“You did?” My attention is completely on her, curious where she stuffed the delectable stolen goods. I should be angry that she did it, telling her it’s not something she should be doing, but the growl in my stomach couldn’t care less right now. Our food rations have been next to none with our lack of money. I’d be a liar if I said the thought of stealing food hasn’t crossed my mind.

A loud knock sounds at the door, drawing our attention.

“Shit, you think it’s the landlord?” Jayden whispers, sitting up. We stay perfectly still, making sure not to make a sound, waiting for the person behind the door to speak or go away.

“Charlie, you there? It’s Chasen.”

“It’s for me,” I mutter, releasing the breath I was holding, relieved it’s not the landlord.

I glance down at myself, making sure what I have on is presentable. I’m wearing a white stretched-out tank top with my black sports bra showing, along with my blue-jean skirt.

“You look great, don’t worry,” Jayden whispers, smiling big.

I nod and open the door.

“Fancy!” Chasen chimes, looking me up and down. I roll my eyes at his stupid nickname for me. “Damn, you look good,” he groans, making my cheeks flush crimson.

“Chasen,” I greet, holding the door open.

He looks over my shoulder, noticing Jayden.

“Sup?” he questions, jerking his chin upward.