Chapter 2 MY FAVOURITE PLACE

Vanessa's POV

Her eyes drop to the open drawer beside me, where I have the one solution to no distractions in my hands.

“Are you really planning to live on that forever?” Her gaze goes directly to my purple rose vibrator.

“Oh my God. What’s it to you? It’s better than all those hungry men with dicks they can’t use," I say, dropping it and closing the drawer.

“Don’t say that. You just haven’t met someone who would make you vibrate. You only ever hooked up with Big Sam in freshman year.”

“I’m busy, and he was zero star. Just making noise while doing nothing.” Josey laughs, and I throw the shirt beside me at her.

“You said you would explore in sophomore year, and here we are now," she says, waving her left hand in the air as she talks. “Even more so, you’ve decided to focus on no distractions this year because of everything you need to meet up with.”

“You mean swimming," I hold up a finger. "My grades, I raise another one, and how we need to keep this sweet room until senior year?” I gesture around mimicking her hand movement.

“Yes, yes.” She grins. “You know what I mean, though.”

“I don’t have time for a scandal. You know Cassie is waiting to see me fall so she can be the lead on the team.”

“Oh, that bitch. She wishes.” Josey crosses her arms. “She was trying to be all over Caleb last year. I will poke her eyes out if she tries me this year.”

I almost choke on my laugh. “Speaking of Caleb, I heard his room is just opposite our building.”

“Yes, he’s staying with his best friend. I can’t wait to see him.”

“You saw him last week, Josey. And is he the guy you told me Caleb spends most summers with? What’s he doing in our school?”

“He's visiting or something. I’ll get the whole gist later, and it’s been six very long days. You can’t relate. You’re single, remember? You’ll understand when you meet someone.”

She picks up her phone. “I swear, I’m going to hang my legs around Caleb the second I see him. I miss the way he eats my pussy out so good.”

“Josey!” I cover my ears. “Please go to your room.”

“You’re just missing out.” She smirks.

“On what?” I push her out of my room and jam the door. “Byeee.”

The next morning, it's barely six when I tiptoe out of my room and gently open the main door, making sure I don’t wake Josey, leaving for practice.

The aquatic centre is empty when I walk in. No noise, no teammates. Just the water. Perfect. I drop my bag beside the bench and pull off my hoodie. My shoulder gives a small, familiar ache, I ignore it.

I have spent the last two years proving that I deserve my place here, making sure I remain at the top with constant training and competitions, I can’t afford to let this injury stop me.

Whatever it takes. I adjust my goggles and dive in.

I feel the cold water, allowing it to swallow me, I’m in my favourite place.

My head goes quiet. I kick my legs steadily, moving in rhythm as I swim lap after lap. The pain in my shoulder gets worse, and my right arm slows until eventually I stop at the wall and push my goggles up, climbing out of the water and walking towards where I dropped my bag.

I notice there is a guy sitting a few feet away. I pay no attention. I grab my towel, patting it on my body, when I hear a sound.

“Umm…fuck…shhh” a muffled moan echoes through the spectator stands.

I see a girl bent over, backing me. Oh wow, my eyes widen. People are crazy. We've barely been here for a minute.

I watch as he uses his hands to grip her blonde hair and force her head into his dick. I stand at the spot, watching like it’s my favourite TV show.

Between the gaps for air, choking and coughing, he gives her a second before taking her back down, using her like a whore. What the hell, why would she let him do that to her?

I feel my pussy walls squeezing with my wet body. I bite my lip, shocked that I’m enjoying the way he roughhandles her. What am I doing? My leg refuses to move.

Then I see his eyes are now fixed on me as he takes her head up, slaps her face lightly, then puts her back to his dick, thrusting in and out. A gasp escapes my mouth.

His dark hair is messy. I can’t tell his height since he’s sitting, but he’s clearly tall, probably why I can see him straight on. He’s stunning in his black leather jacket, his eyes are green.

I’m completely stunned when he doesn’t take his eyes off me. It’s like he doesn’t care less what I think. “You want more, beg me for it,” he says to her loud enough for me to hear, his stare roaming all over me.

I frown. Okay, that’s it. I walk away to the locker room to change, ignoring the strange feeling.

After putting on my normal oversized hoodie disguise and stepping out of the locker room, I get to the exit door, I see him standing there tapping his foot on the floor.

“Huh? excuse me?," I say adjusting my glasses, then try to step past him but his tall broad body is blocking the way.

His eyes drop briefly to my shoulder. “You’re protecting your right arm.” His voice is deep, calm.

My mind doesn't want to process what he just said because it can’t be.

“Can I help you? You’re lost or something?” I blink at him.

“You changed your stroke, you’re clearly hurt.”

"I still don't get what you mean. Can I please pass?"

He suddenly grabs my right hand and yanks it downward.

"Fuck, ouuu," I wrench my hand out of his grip and hold it against my body with my left hand.

"What the heck is wrong with you?" I stare him dead in the eyes through my glasses.

“Mind your business, you sick fuck. You should learn to focus on your shit and leave people’s business out of your mouth.”

His mouth twitches. Not quite a smile, but amusement. "Was that what you were doing, minding your business?"

My face warms. I tighten my fingers on my bag.

"Don't you dare touch me ever again." I shove past him heading straight for my room, my bag knocking against my hips with every step.

Oh my God, this is bad, no one is suppose to notice my sprain.

Josey is sitting on the pink couch, eating toast and scrambled eggs.

“Hey Nessa, How was practice?”

“Well, I don’t even know. I'll tell you about it later. I have lectures I can't afford to skip and team swim practice, so I’m off to bathe.”

"I don't have any until two, Josey says."

Under the shower, my mind wanders back to earlier. I still can’t believe I felt turned on by watching what that prick was doing before he showed me what an asshole he is.

“Ewww.” I scrunch up my face, scrubbing my skin as if I can wash away every trace of that encounter.