Chapter 130

Crew’s POV

I walked away from Alison, her shouted vow—“I’ll have you!”—ringing in my ears,like a desperate, hollow threat that fuels my anger, my steps heavy on the slushy path. Her golden hair, her teasing skirt, her hand grazing my arm—it’s all a calculated game, her seduction a blade I won’t let cut me again. Lily’s tear-streaked face, her trembling voice—“He knows about us”—burns in my mind, her father’s rage a shadow I’ll shield her from, even as her doubt—“What are we?”—stabs deep.

Alison’s nothing compared to Lily’s raw trust, her soft surrender in Vermont, my cock claiming her virginity, her moans mine. But as I walk, Alison’s betrayal floods back, a wound that’s never healed, its venom coming in slowly and dangerous.

Last summer, I’d wanted to surprise her on her eighteenth birthday, my heart open, a fool in love. I’d slipped into her family’s estate, past the pool, the gardens, to her bedroom. I had a velvet box with a bracelet in my pocket. But the sight inside shattered me—Alison, naked, her ass up, facing the gardener’s son, Javier, as he fucked her on her bed, her moans loud, her hips rocking, his hands gripping her thighs. I froze, my breath gone, my heart a wreck, watching her take him, her body yielding, her pleasure a betrayal. She freaked when she turned and saw me. Her cries echoing as I turned away, the bracelet dropped in the dirt, my trust and love for her burning in ashes. She’d cheated, lied, and now she thinks she can flirt, touch me, and I’ll fall back into her trap? Fuck that.

Lily’s my world now, her love a fire I won’t let Alison extinguish. But Alison’s relentlessness, her voice, her scent—jasmine and musk—a ghost that haunts, her boldness a contrast to Lily’s shy desire. I shake it off, my jaw tight, my focus on Lily, on proving I’m hers, no matter her father’s threats, no matter her doubts. The campus hums with students heading to class, but my mind’s on her—her red-rimmed eyes, her fear, her necklace on my head, a vow she’s mine. I need to find her, hold her, fuck her until she knows I’m not letting go.

First period drags, as my pen scratching answers, my mind on Lily’s trembling voice. The bell rings, and I’m out, heading to my locker, my heart racing, needing to see her, to fix this. But Alison’s there, waiting, her hips cocked, her blazer open, cleavage teasing, her presence a spark I don’t want. She’s relentless, unbothered by my earlier rejection, and my anger flares, my patience thin.

“Crew,” she purrs, stepping close, her voice low, slow, her hand brushing my locker door, inches from mine. “You can’t keep ignoring me. We’re not done.” Her eyes lock on mine, defiant, promising heat, and memories of her body—her mouth on me, her pussy tight—clashing with my fury, her betrayal, Lily’s love.

“Fuck off, Alison,” I growl, slamming my locker, my voice cold, my eyes hard. “I told you, I’m with Lily. Stop this shit.” I turn away, my heart pounding, her scent lingering, tempting, but I’m done, my loyalty to Lily is solid.

She grabs my arm, her nails sharp, and before I can pull free, she leans in, her lips brushing my cheek, a quick, daring peck, her breath hot, her whisper a taunt. “You’ll come back,” she murmurs, then walks off, her ass swaying, her skirt a tease, leaving me stunned, angry, my skin burning where she kissed me.

I wipe my cheek, my jaw tight, her audacity a flame I want to crush, her confidence a reminder of her power, her danger.

I turn, and my heart stops—Lily’s there, across the hall, her eyes wide, hurt flashing as she stares, her red-rimmed gaze locked on me, on the ghost of Alison’s kiss. She saw it, saw Alison’s touch, and the pain on her face is like a knife, twisting deep. Before I can move, she turns, walking fast, her puffy coat a blur, her steps hurried, fleeing from me, fleeing us.

“Lily!” I shout, my voice raw, panic surging as I run after her, my boots slipping on the slick floor, my heart beating as fear gripme—she thinks I want Alison, thinks I’m betraying her, just like her father’s voice in her head, calling her worthless.

“Lily, wait!” I call, dodging students, my breath ragged, my mind racing. She’s fast, her fear driving her, but I’m faster, closing the gap, my hand grazing her arm as I catch up in a quiet corridor. She spins, tears streaming, her face a mix of hurt and anger, her voice trembling. “What Crew? I'm not even gone yet and you're her already?” Her words cut, her doubt crashing me—losing her, failing her.

“It’s not what you think,” I say, my voice urgent, pulling her close, her body tense against mine. “She kissed me, I didn’t want it. I pushed her away, Lil. You’re all I want.” My hands cup her face, my thumbs wiping her tears, my eyes pleading, the necklace heavy on my head, a vow she’s mine. “Alison’s nothing. You’re everything.”

Her eyes search mine, doubt lingering, Alison’s boldness, her experience, a shadow she fears she can’t match. “She’s… more,” she whispers, and I kiss her, hard, my tongue claiming, my hands gripping her hips, my cock hard, pressing against her, proving my desire.

“You’re mine,” I growl, my lips at her ear, my body hers. “Not her. Never her.” She softens, her moan a spark, but the bell rings, and she pulls back, her eyes still wary. “I need time,” she murmurs, slipping away, leaving me burning, determined to prove I’m hers, no matter Alison’s games, her father’s rage, or the past that haunts us both.