When I wake up, I don't need to look at the calendar to know what day it is. I already know. It's like I've had a little mental countdown going. It's exactly one week before I'm supposed to start college.

Before I was supposed to start my classes. I didn't even get to pick them out. I'm starting to feel indifferent about it. Everyday, the realization that I'm not going becomes a little easier.

Why do I need to go anyway? What would I do with a degree? It's not important to anyone.

But it is important. It's important to me.

Rattling my little coffee can in the closet, I want to throw it across the room. It's a sad reminder made of tin of what little I have. Going back home reminded me of that too.

At first, it felt like everything had been taken from me. Walking into the house that reeked of old cigarettes and had dirty dishes piled in the sink, I realized that I never had anything to begin with. Seeing my dad and Dakon was amazing though.

My dad looked horrible. He probably always has. But time away made me realize it.

Dakon looked so different too. It's crazy how fast kids grow. He's excited to go back to school. He was even excited for his new clothes. This is the first year he has clothes that weren't already worn by someone else. He even tried on an outfit for me, shoes and all.

This morning, I decide to throw myself a pity party. Soaking in the grand claw foot tub, I fill it until the bubbles almost overflow. I don't even really care about getting clean, I just want to be in the water.

Resting my head back against the edge, I close my eyes and try to relax. There's this constant buzzing though. It's honestly starting to drive me crazy.

Letting the water drain, I wrap myself in a towel and try to find it. On top of the dresser, there's a phone. It continuously rings. Wulf never leaves his phone behind.

It's not his phone though. The screen lights up, his name illuminated on it. Wulf is calling someone?

My heart beat feels harsh in my chest. It's a phone, in this room, that he's calling. It doesn't belong to me. It doesn't belong to him. My pulse drops to my stomach.

Feeling sick with rage, I answer. My mind flashes to Brigitt bragging about getting on her knees for him. If this is her phone I'm going to lose my shit.

"Hi baby," I hear his voice on the other end and tears well in my eyes. Why do I let him hurt me like this?

Not willing to let him hear my pain, I steel my voice. "I don't know who you thought you were calling, but it isn't her."

I can feel his smirk through the phone. "Is this the hot woman who woke up in my bed this morning? The one with the smartass mouth?"

Wait, what?

I realize I've said it outloud when he laughs. "Get your ass up to the office. Bring the phone."

I throw on a sweatshirt and shorts and run upstairs to meet him. He's facing the door, waiting for me, a grin that the devil probably wears on his face. "Let me see the phone."

Handing it over to him, he swipes it open and calls himself. My name- Silvie- pops up on his screen. "Just wanted to make sure it works."

I snatch the phone back. The newest iPhone. It's smooth and free of cracks, unlike my old cheap one that looks like a burner. "This is mine?"

He nods.

Climbing into his lap, I can't hide my excitement. This means I can call my dad now. This means I can talk to Dakon. "Thank you," I say, smothering him in kisses.

"How thankful do you feel?" he asks, noticing I don't have a bra on.

I bite his ear lobe. "So fucking thankful." He groans and tangles our tongues together.

"You know," I say kissing down his neck, "you don't have to bribe me for sexual favors."

He cups my cheeks. "Okay, then give me back the phone."

I cock my head. Then I laugh when I realize he's joking.

"Do you have work to do?" I ask, not wanting to interrupt his day.

"Yes," he growls and leans me back on the desk. He glances at the clock. "I plan to work really hard for the next fifteen to twenty minutes." He slides down my shorts and I spread my legs for him. "Mmm, no panties?" his fingers rub my clit. "What did I tell you about being a good girl?"

Reaching down to rub myself in the way I know I like, I ask, "what if I don't want to be good?"

Bending forward in his chair, his mouth attaches to my pussy and I'm already breathless. He laps my slit, murmuring dirty words against my skin. When he sucks my clit, I realize that I'm moaning so loud the whole compound can probably hear me. He laughs when I throw my arm over my mouth.

"Come here baby," he says, pulling me up off the desk. "Take me out."

I get on my knees and slide his pants down, watching his thick cock spring forward. "Fuck," he bites out when I take him in my mouth without warning. He sits in the chair and reaches down to finger me.

His palm presses against my pussy that soaks his hand with wetness. That long finger feels so good sliding in and out with the same rhythm that I use to suck his cock. It's like we're in sync.

My moans are stifled by his dick. "I'm going to- oh, fuck, Wulf." Words come out in wild strings. I don't even know what I'm saying as I melt into my orgasm.

Panting, I barely hear the door open. Freezing, crouched between his legs, I realize that I have a death grip on his dick. The guys say nothing as they shuffle in.

Only when I look up do I realize that they can't see me. I'm completely hidden under the desk. Naked, except for my sweatshirt I decide to have a little fun.

I lean forward and swipe my tongue quickly up the length of his shaft.

His eyes dart down to me and I hear the muffled sounds of the guys' conversation. He fists a hand in my hair like he's trying to get me to stop. So instead, I keep going.