The Principal was good at licking boots and that's exactly why my father was already notified of the incident that happened regarding T.J. I received a text from dad even before I reached home that afternoon. I made my way to his room, rehearsing my lines, planning my answers well in advance.

Dad was seated by the window, playing chess all by himself, a glass of brandy sat idle on the table. He wore a loose fitted shirt and tailored slacks. His dark hair was styled in waves, he looked up at me when he saw me standing there before him. It made me sick to think that I'd look exactly like him when I grew older.

You couldn't decipher his mood or what was going on in his head just by looking at him. Jasper Lockhart was great at hiding emotions, just like I was.

"You wanted to talk to me, Dad?" I asked him.

He stood up from his seat, walked over to me and I'd be kidding if I said I hadn't seen it coming because I did. He took a hard swing at my left cheek.

"Let me explain..."

Another smack in the face.

I closed my eyes and waited for the pain to overwhelm me but I could only feel stinging. My hands were balled into fists on my sides. My brain was about to explode and this man was about to get fucking REKT (in my fucking dreams). I just had to wait until I turned eighteen. If I made a mistake and smacked him back right now which I was more than capable of doing, I'd probably end up in some boarding school for the elite where no one would know who I was and I'd be reduced to being called a spoilt rich kid like every other student there.

"YOU DON'T FUCKING LISTEN, DO YOU?!" He barked and I heard the glass of liquor crash against the floor. "What did I tell you? If you get into trouble, if that boy goes to the police, I won't be cleaning up your mess and Wallace calls me up this morning and tells me that my son was caught beating up a teammate. How many times have I told you to control yourself in public?"

"He was passing sexual comments about my girlfriend! I couldn't just sit there and listen." I explained.

He smiled and not kindly, "So you're just pussy-whipped now. You've disgraced me, Tyler and it's not the first time. You will face the consequences."

Here it goes...

"Monday onward, you're accompanying me to the office and you'll learn all the company operations. I want you to be awake, dressed and shinning like a penny at six p.m. sharp. You will do all the work that my secretary Molly does. Have I made myself absolutely clear?"

Fuck this shit!

He grasped my cheeks hard and forced me to make eye-contact. We were almost the same height. "Look at me when I'm talking to you. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"You did not even let me talk—

"I'm confiscating all your debit and credit cards. You will find no allowance from me."

"What the fuck?!" I bellowed because I couldn't help myself.

He raised his finger in warning, those clear blue eyes promising havoc. "One more word, Tyler, and I'll send you off to boarding school. It would be a lot worse than this. You'll be straightened out like a boy-scout."

"Yes, sir," I said through gritted teeth.

Acting rebellious wasn't going to get me anywhere; it would, however, make things a lot worse. I couldn't go to a stupid fucking boarding school, my friends were here, and Victoria was here. If I had to transfer suddenly during my senior year, it would be a complete nightmare. I couldn't even take this shit to Mom since she would never support me for throttling and punching a fellow teammate no matter how much he deserved it.

I stormed out of the room fuming like a volcano and slammed the door hard. What kind of father smacked around his son in the name of discipline? Well, my father did. I used to tune it out for years, feel numb about everything, and then I just learned to stay on his good side.

I stayed in my room that entire evening thinking how T.J had unknowingly screwed my life. I wanted to send that bastard to hell.

Late that night I was looking to distract myself so I opened Instagram and began surfing through it and came across Vicky's account. She had the whole aesthetic vibe going on with her pictures. Flowers, trees, inspirational quotes, the close-up picture of a carpet with her sitting cross-legged with a book and a steaming cup of hot cocoa. There were also pictures of her in high-waist jeans and a crop top, looking away from the camera, the sun beating down on her.

Noah-Fucking-McCloy had liked all her pictures and commented on it too.

Gorgeous! Tongue-emoji, heart-eyes emoji, kiss emoji.

Some Tommy19 commented: Wet dream! Water spray emoji, eggplant emoji

If I was angry before, I was the epitome of the word furious right now. Victoria was my girlfriend and god knew what these boys were doing with her pictures. I knew that Vicky's devotion towards me knew no bounds, that she didn't give two fucks about these boys but being the guy that I was, I needed some leverage. I needed to make this relationship completely Official.

I texted her.

I checked the drawer to make sure I had the condoms and decided to take a shower.

It was time for initiation, to mark my territory once and for all.

Vicky had no idea that she was about to get fucked...literally.

My eyes took a while to adjust to the surroundings and then I wondered if I was dreaming until everything that happened last night came back to me in flashes and I sat straight up, my heart jumping in my throat. I was supposed to visit Tyler for thirty minutes last night and I'd ended up having sex and spending the night with him.

Way to become a rule breaker, Vicky!

I picked up my phone from the dresser and my eyes bulged out when I saw the time. I had a test to write in thirty-bloody-minutes and this huge-ass fluffy bed was making it hard for me to step out of.

Oh, and did I mention I had about forty-something missed calls and twenty text messages?

Tyler's phone began ringing, he groaned into the pillow but pulled his head up and gave me that panty-melting smile, "Good morning, Sunshine."

He looked like a Greek God personified, Michael Angelo's David. Tyler's blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight and I swear it was like looking into the deepest parts of an ocean. One could start reciting poetry right now.

Now's not the time to sit and marvel at his beauty! You have to go to school!

"Tyler, I have classes..."

"Hold on a second." He told me as he answered his phone, "She's here with me."

All the blood drained from my face and Tyler saw that because he smiled, "Yeah. She slept the night here. Yeah, man. Don't worry, I'll drive her to school."

As soon as he hung up, I exploded, "why did you have to tell Archer that we slept together? Ty, I can't believe you said that!"

Tyler's smile wiped off and he gave me one of his serious stares, "Would you rather I lied to him?"

"No! But you could at least be a little subtle..."

"Is he usually subtle when he returns home early in the morning? And you're supposed to follow that rule just because you're a girl?" He asked, climbing out of bed buck-naked and made his way towards the bathroom. "Or are you suddenly ashamed of me?"

"Why would I be ashamed of being with you?" This was ridiculous, this entire conversation, especially.

"I don't know, Vicky, that's for you to tell me." He said dragging that round and very sexy ass into the bathroom. "Let's shower together, it'll save time."

I followed him into the bathroom. It was a bit shocking to go from friends to literally having a relationship and then sleeping together. If someone told me two weeks back that I'd be having a shower with Tyler, I would have laughed at them.

The bathroom was fit for a king, all high-tech with a tub the size of a jacuzzi and a glass-walled shower cubicle. He and I were standing in the shower, Tyler was crowding me but I wasn't complaining. He was hard by the time he'd covered me in soap. I didn't fail to notice how he'd taken an extra minute to lather my breast areas and my ass. He sprayed me with water with such ease you'd think he was cleaning his car.

The hunger in his eyes wasn't lost on me, his nose flared as he pressed me against the tiled wall, his mouth catching the drops of water on my back and I could feel his thick cock rubbing against my ass.

"Not right now, Ty." I moaned helplessly. "I'm getting late. I have to leave in ten minutes."

He shoved me against the wall, it wasn't too harsh but it wasn't kind either and proceeded to bathe himself leaving me to ponder about what had just happened?

I looked up at him to find that he was busy feigning indifference like he hadn't just been rude by practically shoving me for not giving him what he wanted. Normally, I don't put up with that kind of crap but something told me that he wasn't exactly in the right zone of his mind.

Plus, Tyler wasn't used to listening to the word 'No.'

I stopped by at home to quickly dress up in clean clothes, all the while trying to dodge my mother's inquisitiveness and avoiding Archer's stinging eye.

I grabbed two toasts and cubes of cheese from the table. Hazel gave me a big grin, and that evil mind was churning.

"Victoria and Tyler sitting on a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G..."

I didn't wait to listen to the rest of it and stormed out of the room because, hey, I wasn't really in a mood for family drama.

When we reached the school parking lot, Tyler opened the door of his Aston Martin (he was driving his father's car since his car keys were confiscated) I didn't really know how it worked when a billionaire's son got grounded. They still get to live in a mansion; get to drive an Aston Martin and use their gadgets. Any other kid in our school would be happy to donate a part of their body in exchange for being grounded in Tyler's home, that's for sure.

I didn't comment on it because I knew Tyler wouldn't agree. Getting his phone confiscated and his cards revoked was a heinous crime.

I noticed a light hand-print on Tyler's left cheek that I hadn't noticed before. I touched his cheek, "What's this?"

"Nothing," He shrugged it off.

"Did your dad...

He gave me a look filled with a warning so I zipped my mouth shut.

"Good luck with your test, Vicky." He said, pulling me in for a long lingering kiss that lasted for about a minute. He looked sideways and kissed me even harder. I sneaked a look and noticed Noah standing on the other side of the road watching us, hurt and disappointment was clear in his expressions.

Tyler was doing this for a show.

I tried to push him away but he kept a firm grip on me, his fingers tightened. "Disappointed that your boyfriend number two saw you kissing me?"

I pushed him again but he didn't budge. "You're an asshole, Tyler, you know that right? You pushed me away in the morning in the bathroom and that wasn't cool. I didn't say anything because I knew you were upset."

He kept me trapped against the side of his car as he glowered down at me, his eyes held the kind of darkness I wasn't acquainted with before.

Run, Vicky, run as fast as you can.

But my legs were glued to the spot.

He brought his mouth close to my ear, "You can't handle me, Victoria, I did warn you and yet here we are in a relationship. You wanted this as much as I did. Here's something, when I call you, you pick up the damned phone, I tell you to come home, and you do just that. When I tell you to bend over for me, anytime, anyplace, you do it. I'm sure you wouldn't have a problem with it."

"Go to hell!" I snapped.

I only realized I was tearing up when he swiped his thumb across my cheek.

"Funny, because I believe that's exactly where I came from."

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