The Billionaire's Secret Love Child(63)

I hunched over and began skating fast, taking bigger strides as I went in an attempt to finish quicker. I saw flashes from cell phone cameras and just rolled my eyes as there was nothing I could do to stop it now.

Then I just stopped caring. I let myself go and started feeling at ease on the ice. The motion of skating was warming my core, and the swooshing of the ice took away their screams at my naked frame.

In all the excitement, I could feel a dripping down my leg. I really was getting turned on from being naked in front of all these people. I hoped that it was just a one-time occurrence and that I wasn’t some kind of exhibitionist. Maybe it was all the drinks I’d consumed or the excitement of almost winning a game.

I rounded the other side and began to make my way back, my heart pounded the whole way, and I started to think of the characters from my book, and the things they went through while accomplishing their great deeds. I felt like a hero.

Rick stepped out on the ice, and my heart skipped a beat. I yearned to be kissed again; I could feel it in my bones. He pulled out a camera and started photographing the entire thing. I had some slightly naughty thoughts about what he’d be doing with the footage later.

My skate slipped below me, sending me tumbling to my back but still moving towards Rick. I tried to stop myself with my skates, but it just splayed my legs out, giving everyone a perfect view of my incredibly wet sex.

I came to a stop in front of Rick, whom apparently found it more important to take a picture of my womanhood than help me up. I whipped my legs closed as quickly as physically possible as Rick held out a hand to help me up.

I took it and hugged close to him to try to cover myself with something. He reached over for my jacket and threw it around my shoulders.

“I have a feeling you won’t be forgetting this for a while,” he said through a smile.

“Hey, I only did it because I’m drunk and had to follow through with the gamble. It’s your fault I’m her to begin with,” I retorted.

He handed me the rest of my things, and I don’t think I’ve ever dressed myself faster in my life. It felt as though I had never felt warmth before and was just feeling it for the first time as I got dressed.

“Please tell me you’ll get rid of that recording,” I said.

“Casey, I’ll remember this for years to come,” he replied.

I stuffed my skates back into my bag; I wanted to get away from the crowd of drunks, but they all felt the need to tell me how awesome I was. I did feel like the hero of the party.

I looked over to Rick, who handed a few dollars to the girl that challenged me to the dare. By the time I’d gotten over to ask what it was for, Rick was already gone.

“Why did he just give you a wad of cash,” I asked.

“Who do you think wanted to get you to skate around the rink naked? I guess the kiss was just a bonus.”

I felt like an idiot.



3.

The drive home was long and boring, nearly 200 miles of farm land and snow as far as the eye could see. A measure of beauty came out of the old place, seeing the rolling hills covered in something as pure as snow; it looked so surreal in its monotony.

I came to a stop in front of my mother’s house. As I pulled up, I could make out her silhouette behind the front door waiting for my entry. I didn’t have much to bring in, but it was enough that I could barely see where I was going.

“Casey, you’re home!” she shouted from the porch.

I followed the sound of her voice while doing my best to stay on my feet on the icy walkway. She took a couple of my larger bags and ushered me inside with the biggest of hugs.

“How’s school,” she asked.

“School is keeping me busy, that’s for sure,” I replied.

“Have you done anything fun this year?”

I didn’t want to say a thing to her about my exploits around the ice rink recently, so I tried to steer the conversation elsewhere.

“How have you been? I really should call more often,” I asked.

“Well, I have some great news, but I was hoping to save it for dinner time. In the meantime, I just finished boiling some water. Would you like some tea or cocoa?”

“Tea, please,” I replied.

We sat about, making polite conversation. We hadn’t seen each other for a few months, and I was the worst at keeping in touch. It sounded like she had stayed busy while I was gone, going to local meetups for adults, and meeting more new people to spend time with. It seemed she was doing all the things that I was distracting her from. She and I were best gal-pals, but as I grew up, we grew apart. I found solace in my books, and she took to practicing piano anytime it suited her fancy.

When I found a lull in the conversation, I excused myself to return to my room to put away my things. I had almost a month off from school and wanted to keep away from the vitriol of the school. The videos of me and the rink continued to make their way around the school, and thankfully I never saw the video that Rick took.

I had become something of a legend on the party scene, which was great for my popularity, but not for my solitude. There were so many people interested in having me come to their event, and I had even less interest than before.

I heard mom stamp up the hardwood steps of the tiny house, walking towards my bedroom. She knocked on the open door.

“Hey Casey, company will be here shortly,” she said.