She knew what she was doing when she came on to me. She knew I was not the kind of person to have a relationship with her. I even went the extra mile and wanted to make her feel better about what happened. That's why I asked the old man to tell me whatever a girl would need—a morning-after pill, chocolate, beer, whatever.
And when I took her back, she seemed okay.
So why the hell is she angry with me? I never thought of this before. Her reaction and attitude towards me, since I saw her at the house. But that question comes to my mind now. Casey, why are you so mad at me? I think to myself.
That night was wonderful. It ended amazingly. I took her back to her dorm. I didn't even go back to the party. I went straight back to my apartment which I was renting when I was at the university.
You guessed it right, the Blackwell's don't stay in dorms. My father will throw money at anything and everything and not give you the time of the day. It's almost like dating a very wealthy man who doesn't even come to collect the money he throws at you.
The first thing I did after I was done at university was start making my own way. I already had some friends, and we were working on starting our own company from the ground up. We still had to work in different firms and companies to get a first-hand understanding of how the market worked. My father even offered a sure deal to go work at Blackwell if I wanted.
But I wanted to tell him, "Thank you. You have done more than enough. A trust fund to open and start the company I wanted and be the man you could never be."
I was going to show him. I was waiting for the two of us to start competing against each other until I TKO'd him. But then he made it so easy when he decided to merge two of our companies and let me have control.
So now, it seems like I am going to have the best year ahead. I can't wait to fuck him up because just thinking about it—I took his company. I'm going to be fucking his stepdaughter, which will crush his little fantasy of a perfect family.
Oh, it brings a satisfying smile onto my face. Leonard Blackwell This is what you made me.
*******
5 Years Ago
As I was driving Casey back to her dorm, I wanted to do it—I wanted to do what I should have done before in the car before we were tearing each other apart. So, I tried.
"I didn't get your last name earlier, but I heard your roommate calling you Casey. What's your last name?"
She was silent for a few minutes, and I got the impression that she was angry at me.
"Great," she says. "It's Casey Moon."
"Casey Moon," I repeat, tasting the name in my mouth. "That's a good name for a pretty girl like you."
She glares at me.
"Why are you shooting daggers at me?" I ask, not being able to take it anymore.
She shrugs. "Nothing."
"It's not nothing. What is it? Was the sex not up to your satisfaction? Didn't I make you see stars? You didn't get the orgasm you wanted? You heard all your friends talking about sex, and you thought you were going to feel different, and now you don't feel anything. Is that it?"
She just looks out the window and doesn't say anything back.
"You should know that I have never gotten any bad reviews."
She scoffs. "Bad review, huh? For what? Do you go around collecting reviews after sex? Is that why you're talking to me right now? You want me to give you a review of your performance?"
I can't help it. I laugh. "You've only had sex with me. I highly doubt you're qualified to give out reviews."
She scoffs again, and this time she looks at me as she says,
"Just so you know, it didn't mean anything. I just didn't want to finish my first year in college without having sex. It was all about getting rid of my virginity, so don't let it get to your head. I'm not in love with you or anything."
Her words cut sharper than I expected. I smirked, but she wasn't finished.
"In fact," she continued, "I chose you specifically for—what did you call them? Reviews. And I have to say, you got top-notch reviews for your performance." Her voice dripped with sarcasm. "Although, today was not your best work. But I can't blame you. You'd already used all your energy on my roommates."
I clenched my jaw. She wasn't done.
"Still, my expectations were this high—" she raised one hand to the ceiling while the other touched the floor "—and your performance," she said, using her fingers to measure a barely-there space, "was about this much."
I couldn't help but give her a slow, tired, sad smile. Casey Moon. I should have known... From the moment those words nearly slipped from my mouth, I should have known.
I grip the steering wheel, a slow smirk creeping onto my face.
"Good to know, Moon. Good to know."
I have no reason to be mad. Everyone knew my reputation. I was a once-in-a-lifetime guy. I called myself that. It meant we only slept together once and forgot about each other. No emotions, no attachments. That was the rule.
But Casey? She was the only woman I'd ever slept with and spent this much time with. The only one who made me consider fucking my own rules—because I'd already broken them.
So I thought, fuck it. Let me see what this feels like. Maybe, just maybe, I'm not a douche like my dad. Maybe I might actually feel something.
I just knew I wanted to hit it again. There was just something about her. I wanted to see her again. I wanted to have sex with her again.
But then—there she goes.
There she goes. Making me angry and frustrated for reasons I cannot understand.
I just met this girl like, what, ten minutes ago? And already she was affecting me. She literally manipulated me into sleeping with her. And after, she was tossing me out. But then, what was I expecting with my reputation? But then again, she knew my reputation came with rules, and she broke them. And here she is, all smug and almighty against me.
I can't believe I nearly asked her out. That would have been the cherry on top. Because, can you imagine it? If I asked her out and she laughed in my face and said, "What, go out with a guy like you?" Just imagining it makes me feel so embarrassed.
So I don't say anything else as I keep on driving. We reach her dorm. I park the car. She's about to get off, and I don't know why—my hand just finds itself catching her. She looks at me, confusion in her eyes, and a question on her face.
"What?" she snaps.
Okay, so, after all I've done to her—after everything—she's mad at me? Me?
"Do you want me to walk you to your door?"
Cringe. Jesus. What is happening to me?
She stares harder as if I just spoke to her in a language that does not exist and says,
"What?"
"I mean, I don't know... I thought maybe you would want me to walk you to your door."
She looks at me again, and then she downright starts laughing. And it's not even just a quick chuckle—like, and then it's over. It's a long, drawn-out laugh, and I have to just sit there and watch her laugh at me.
When she stops laughing, she looks at me and says,
"Oh, you're serious?" Her voice turned all serious all of a sudden.
"Yeah, when you were moving before I heard you wincing, and I thought you were in pain. So, I mean, I don't know. If you want me to carry you upstairs, because it might not be a very comfortable walk. And I know I'm not a gentleman, but—" I didn't even know what I was saying.
Words were getting mixed up, losing all meaning. She looked at me again, and I avoided eye contact. I was nervous and self-conscious all of a sudden, in front of this girl right here.
After a minute of silence, she says, "I didn't think you had any experience with virgins, but that was very thoughtful. Did you make those rules because you slept with a virgin and it all turned bad? Is that why you made those rules about sleeping with virgins?" Her tone was curious.
I did not want to discuss my rules right now, so I said, "Do you want me to carry you upstairs or not?"
She answered, her tone challenging.
"Aren't you afraid that one of your fans might just find you carrying a girl and think you've started catching feelings?"
I scoffed. "Highly unlikely."
Then I opened my door, went around to her side, and lifted her from her seat. She closed the door with one hand, while holding the shopping bag I gave her in the other, and I carried her up to her dorm. When we reached her door, I set her down on her feet, and for a moment, the two of us just stood there, staring at each other.