As I wake up, for the first few seconds I think that I had a dream about Zac, a very indecent dream, the kind a stepsister should never have about her sibling.
But after a few moments, I realize that I am lying on something besides my pillow, and when I turn to face the other side of my bed, which is usually empty, I see Zac Harden is looking at me, and I'm lying on his hand.
"Morning, princess," he whispers huskily with a satisfied smile on his face.
"Oh God," I gasp and turn away, hiding my face in the pillow.
"No, no, no, you won't hide your face from me," he says and bends the arm on which I lie, thereby pulling me closer to him. "And don't overthink it, just kiss me."
"What we did was wrong," I mumble into the pillow, still hiding my face.
"No, it wasn't. Don't even think about regretting it," he commands, getting up on his elbow and leaning closer.
"It was a mistake, Zac. Our parents will freak out and then get mad at us," I continue, still hiding my face, avoiding his gaze for as long as I can.
"We're both adults, Sky." He pushes my hair aside to expose my neck. "We leave for college in a couple of months. Moreover, they should have thought about this before leaving us alone."
He leans lower and starts gently kissing my neck, and my foolish body doesn't listen to my brain; it starts enjoying his pettings and breaks out in goosebumps.
"And never, ever tell me that last night was a mistake," he warns playfully, making his way with kisses to my back, "because it was the best night of my life."
Zac wraps his arm around me and continues covering my body with kisses.
I feel his boxers against my bare ass, and his dick is hard again; it seems like nothing has changed since last night. Did he even sleep?
I remind myself that he didn't receive any pleasure yesterday—maybe emotional, but definitely not physical.
And still, he tells me that it was the best night of his life.
Is he playing with me?
And, more importantly, why is he doing this?
My thoughts were interrupted by a phone buzzing. I reach out a hand to see who's texting me and I'm surprised to find out it's Savannah, my only girlfriend from the school.
Savannah is an A-student and an IT-geek with an Einstein's IQ, no less. That's why most people hate her and don't want to be friends with her: She's too damn smart. But I like Savi; she's kind, generous, and always ready to help. Her brain is something unbelievable, but her loyalty is what I like the most. If I tell her a secret, I know she'd rather die than spill it out to someone. That's the kind of girl she is.
'I need you to steal Jack's invitation to a sex club.'She has just written to me.
I read it one more time and repeat those words in my head to make sure I'm not dreaming.
Jack, my newbie step-father, used to go to that place before he met mom. I didn't know about that, Savannah told me. She said everybody knows that place and each influencing rich man goes there. At first, I didn't believe her, but then I heard Zac talk to his friend about it, so now I know it's true.
'He doesn't go there anymore; he's married, remember?'I type in response to her, irritated. How could she even think about it?
'I know! But he saved his former invitations on his computer. Even if he deleted them, you could still find them. I need you to steal them so I could copy and make a fake one for myself.'
She's crazy. And not only because she thinks she'll pass the security of that club with a fake ID, but also because she assumed that I'm brave enough to steal something because I'm not. Of all the people in the world, I'm the most cowardly.
'What happened?'I ask her finally. There must be a reason she wants to get to that club.
'Liam cheated on me.'She types back in a second.
What a jerk... I think trying to figure out how to help her. No way I'm going to steal something from my step-father. There must be another way.
"Who's the jerk?" Zac asks me right away, and I realize that I said it aloud.
I turn to face him, and unexpectedly, a new idea comes into my mind.