{KAYLA}
Sitting in front of the vanity mirror in the far corner of our bedroom, I look down at the phone in my lap.
I have plenty of messages from last week. Messages I have ignored. Not only that, but I also forgot to delete them. Nate could have found out anytime.
Unknown: North Shore girls can't be trusted.
I take a deep breath, throwing my head back. The curve in my back makes my nipples press against the silk robe I'm wearing, and I wince at the contact. It was yesterday, and the pain is getting worse every hour. I wonder when they're meant to stop hurting.
The worst is the way Nate is using them against me. He's fucked me five times since yesterday, and every single time it started with him playing with the barbel, forcing pain upon my body and knowing perfectly well how much it turns me on.
I sigh to myself, looking at the message sent this morning.
Unknown: In or out.
