Sinful Serenade

Chapter 16

Danielle

It's 4am when I wake up next to Kenneth. Oh shit, when did I even fall asleep? Maeve will know that I was here with him, and that'll be a lecture that never ends. I can already hear her voice, filled with judgment and disappointment.  

I throw on my shirt, confused on how it ended up on the floor in the first place. Did I take it off, or did Kenneth? I mean, I was high as hell when I needed to change my bandages again. I was probably too lazy to put it back on. 

I silently slide off the bed, my movements slow and deliberate, trying not to wake Kenneth. The lights are off, so I navigate the dark room with my phone screen. I know I left my shoes around here somewhere...

Last night definitely got away from me. It started with leaving Kenneth's performance to argue with my mom, which pushed me over the edge. The desperate cuts I made provided temporary relief, helping me to block out her harsh words. Then, Kenneth came in. I don't know how we started making out, but that was the most amazing thing I've ever experienced. His lips were so soft, yet commanding. And after, we got high together and fell asleep.

I finally spot my shoes under a chair, and slip them on. I begin to tiptoe to the door, hoping I can slip out unnoticed. 

"Where are you running off to, little trouble?" Kenneth's deep voice scares the shit out of me, making me jump.

With my heart thumping against my ribcage, I slowly turn to face him. He's sitting up against the pillows, his arms above his head in a lazy stretch. His smirk is infuriatingly sexy, and I can't help but feel both annoyed and turned on that he always has this effect on me. 

I point to the door. "Uh, I need to get back. I don't want Maeve to think-"

"She's with Gage," he interrupts, his tone nonchalant. "I'm sure she won't be back until morning."

"You think they...?" I trail off, the implication hanging in the air. 

I know Maeve. She's more a third-date type of girl, and she's literally only spoken to Gage a few times since yesterday morning. There's no way she slept with him. 

Kenneth's smirk morphs into a grimace. "By the way they were all over each other, I bet they started fucking right after I left."

Oh, Maeve. Of course, I won't judge, but she better do the same thing if she happens to find out about me and Kenneth. 

I take a step closer to the door. "Well, I'm just going to go back so she'll think I slept there all night. I don't want her to assume-"

His eyes darken. "Assume what? That you spent the night in my bed and I fucked you so good, you couldn't walk back to the room?"

I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out. Could he...do that? 

Kenneth gets off the bed, and stalks towards me, a predatory gleam in his eyes. 

"I thought we were having fun together. You really ready to leave when it just began?"

"No...Yes...I mean, I don't know," I mutter, my retreating steps matching each of his. 

I pause when I feel my back up hit the wall. He cages me with his body, the scent of his cologne clouding my mind and making it hard to think clearly. 

"What do you want, little trouble?" he whispers into the shell of my ear. 

My eyes roll back in my head, and thankfully he can't see it. His breath washes over my neck, and I lean my head further back for better access.

Fucking bite me, I beg in my head. 

When my embarrassment stuns me into silence, he pulls back to look at me, his eyes like flames of intensity. "What do you want?" he repeats. "Be a good little slut and use your words."