“Emily, what you said…” She winced and opened her mouth, doubtless to resume her pleading, but DJ forestalled it with a raised hand. “I will never forget it, and I will never forgive it. I don’t trust you any more, and if those are the kinds of things you’ve been thinking about me, I don’t want to see you any more.”
“Sir…!” she gasped.
He gestured for silence. Emily obeyed. “I mean ever. Not in this room, not on this floor, not in this building. You’re fired, as of now. Now get the fuck out of my sight.”
With a final, soul-rending sob, Emily obeyed his final command.
Chapter Ten
Two days later, Emily’s words still echoed in DJ’s ears. You ruin lives like it was a fucking game! That look of hatred on her face was etched into his memory, perhaps as deeply as the sight of Ashley astride Anthony. He’d tried to forget both, but 48 hours of drinking himself stupid and moping around his room somehow hadn’t done the trick.
He’d had no visitors, few interruptions. His friends hadn’t noticed his withdrawal—and why would they, when these days he’d been so wrapped up in his new life that he only had time for them every few weeks? Emily and Ashley had each stopped by to apologize but he’d just pretended not to be home; he wasn’t ready for them yet. Brittney had come by a few times just to check up on him, but he’d kept her at arm’s length. Too much of a chance he’d pull her into his bed, and while his tryst with Sidney had been one thing, Brittney was different.
With her, it wouldn’t be meaningless. With her, his fear that Emily might have been right was ever so much harder to ignore.
He’d been over and over all the events of the past few months, trying to think if anyone had given signs that he’d somehow done damage to them. Surely it couldn’t be the case—granted, he’d trampled over some of their half-hearted protesting, but no one had been really insistent. Objectively, plenty of the things he and Ashley had done seemed cruel, but his power made it so people shrugged off such things.
No harm, no foul. Right?
So why did her words keep nagging at him? You ruin lives!
DJ had meant to take the long Thanksgiving weekend at home to rest and recuperate, but he knew that there he’d be neck-deep in women he’d fucked—raped, if Emily was given any credence. He couldn’t handle that thought. He needed to know. It was finally time to harvest what he’d sewed.
Brittney’s journal.
As he heard Brittney and Mercedes’ voices trailing off down the hall on their way to dinner, he went down to their room and used his master key to enter.
It didn’t take long to find it; evidently, she and her roommate had trust issues, as it was hidden beneath her mattress. It was labeled for precisely what it was, and a moment later, he was back in his room with it. He’d told her this would be private. He’d told her to write down whatever she was feeling. Surely if there was any wrong he’d done, Brittney would have written of it here. Hell, that was the whole reason he’d pushed her to do it.
It didn’t take long for him to hit pay dirt—as it so happened, the first entry told him what he needed to know.
October 15th
I’ve never done this sort of writing before so I don’t really know what I’m supposed to say but DJ said it was a good idea and he’s probably right things have been CRAZY lately. I went home with my RA for fall break last week. I don’t know why I did. He came to my room before break when Brayden was about to make me have sex with him and beat him up and then I had sex with DJ instead.
I had always thought he was kinda cute so fucking him wasn’t like a big deal but it was actually good. REAL good. He has a nice big cock and as soon as I saw it I wanted it in me. I don’t normally like sucking cock but for some reason having DJ’s in my mouth felt like it belonged there. Then he put it in my pussy and it felt even MORE like it belonged there. I get wet every time I think about him fucking me. Which is a lot. Its kind’ve distracting. Brayden was such a looser he didn’t even do anything while DJ and I had sex—it was so totally clear I’d traded up to a real man. I was really nervous and I think I did a super bad job but he was really nice to me and that made me feel good too.
That’s when he told me I had to go home with him for break. I missed my mom but I didn’t wanna be rude so I said OK. Beside its more time away from Earl, and his eyes, and his hands, and everything. Every time I go home, it’s harder to adjust back to that. And my mom needs me. But so did DJ so that was what I did, and…
WOW let me just say I did not regret it. That was the hottest week of my life. I got fucked so many times with DJ’s amazing cock and it was amazing! At first I wasn’t sure about being with other girls but that was fun too. Like I didn’t want to suck her boobs and nipples (and just writing it feels weird) and I definitely felt weird having her touching me everywhere, on my boobs and my pussy and kissing me and licking me down there and all that. She couldn’t get enough of me I think lol! It was actually really hot. I spent a whole day sucking and fucking her, all by ourselves, and all I could think of was how it was making DJ happy. And then I was thinking how good her tongue felt and that made me happy too but its embarassing, isn’t it? I don’t know. Weird but good weird.
Still I wanted him all to myself, to give him blowjobs and have his dick all to myself. I am afraid that he’s just too much man for one woman—he has this way with us and like I can’t blame other girls because he’s so sexy and all, but I wish I was enough. He even fucked his mom and sister—but they’re just steps, and obviously I of all people totally get that thats not a barrier for everyone. (Earl. :( ) They definitely seemed to be cool with it so I guess it was all in fun. He definitely had fun, and I liked watching because I get to see his cock and fantasize that it was me fucking it and sucking on it.
We had sex in his bed and his shower and on his couch and in the kitchen and in his car and in the backyard and even on the roof! I miss it already. Even aside from all the awesome sex, he was just really nice to me. Guys aren’t usually nice to me like that. It felt really good. and I miss all the sex. OMG do I miss it. Like, I can HEAR my pussy rumbling, it misses his cock so bad. Just thinking back to that day, him just going to TOWN on my pussy while that girl Breeann sucked and squeezed on my nipples…
When we got back, he’s been really busy with this other girl, which sucks, but maybe he’ll come see me sometime. I hope he does. I think I really like him. I hope I’m more than just another hot girl to him. I want him so bad. :(
P.S. I got myself off twice just while I was writing this.
P.P.S. And a third time when I was done. squee!
There were dozens more entries—it looked like she updated it every few days. Should he keep reading? It didn’t seem like he needed to, strictly speaking, but what sweet temptation! How did she feel about him and Ashley? Did she still miss him, or had she soured? How did he feel about him fucking her roommate? Had she started seeing someone else? And what was the situtation with this Earl guy? He should keep reading—she’d never know, after all. Victimless crime.
With a sigh, he forced himself to put it down. For a guy who’d been losing sleep over the idea of his victimless crimes not being so victimless, this was hardly the time to give himself more cause for self-recriminations. With a quick knock he verified the girls weren’t home from dinner yet, then put the journal right back where he’d gotten it and went back to his room.