Chapter 75

***Dayle***

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I hate every time that we have to act like we enjoy other people’s company when we fucking don't. Chrissy and I.
Now my attention is fully on Molly, she's giving me a rather confused look.
“Did you know if Egan has something to do with Leon?” I ask again. She scoffs with a perplexed smile.
“Baby, what do you mean?”
“You fucking know what I mean! What are you also hiding from me?”
According to Jamil and Terry, they had seen Molly chatter with Leon. I know Leon. He's one of these guys that fucking thirsty for money. He does everything as long as money is involved. I have no problem with him because everyone has got a specialty in Hemville High School but where the problem lies is why Egan associated himself with Leon and why Molly was also sighted speaking with the guy.
I’m not concluding that Egan has something to do with the video but as it stands, I trust no one except Chrissy.
“Dayle, if anyone is hiding a thing or two then it should be you!” she snaps but that's bullshit to me. I rub my face across, I'm worn out. This entire charade could stain my reputation and that's not what I won't begin the semester ends.
“At least you should explain why you were with Leon in the fucking first place!” Angrily I ask. She rolls her eyes looking away afterward.
“Jeez Dayle, Leon is a classmate—fucking blood-sucking leech that needs to get rich off nothing more than a thousand dollars. Relax.”
“Fuck, Molly, I'm not stupid okay? What did you both discuss?” I ask but she remains silent. “I... I'm not interested in your fucking shit but if I find out that you are involved—I swear that I will not let you see the next day!”
“Oh please, you should know that I won't try such things, you're only stupid to leak Steve’s video even if you leaked mine!” she snaps and a streak of guilt settles all over me. She doesn't have to remind me of that, especially now that I've become her undercover puppet.
“I give zero fucks about what you're doing, I only want to get this matter sorted out and then I'll consider your madness whether it's a thing to worry about or not—”
“Not even a thank you for believing that you didn't leak the video?” she asks when I attempt to leave. “Not even a goodbye kiss? Are we a couple or not?”
“You don't wanna ask me that because you already know my answer.” I nonchalantly tell her.
“Really? Again?”
“I bumped into your clip with Lauren! For once Molly, be silent. Deal with your matters and not others. Don't forget that you already have a bad record with the school and you're making things worse...”
“You talk as if you're not a potential bad recorder owner! My dear, you'd be on the line if you don't do as I fucking say—”
“As you fucking say?” I scoff. “Molly, I'm Dayle Theodore, senior prefect—fucking boy president. I have nothing to lose compared to you—if you keep lingering around these old chums, you'd end up getting expelled.” I point out, she's silent. “I'm only complying to you because I regret our little incident—I’m only trying to be NICE to you. If I did my care then we won't be here!”
“I get the whole thing, you have the upper hand—that’s awesome. Is this your way of making me feel pathetic?”
“Molly, I have a hundred and one things on my mind! I have to go!”
She seems disappointed and I place a kiss on her forehead. She gives me a sad smile before attempting to leave.
“Dayle, I love you!” she says and I'm blank, I lack the words to tell her. “I'll see you at school then!”
She walks off to her car, the chauffeur opens the door as she enters. I remain there until they drive off. I head over to the car,
Chrissy had fallen asleep. The thin strapped velvet dress she's wearing is not enough to fight the cold breeze, so I take off my denim jacket wrapping it around her.
I stare at her carefully until she moves a muscle, she then opens her eyes abruptly.
“Da-Dayle!” she sleepily calls out my name, the sound of it turns me on. Her eyes scrutinize the area through the window then she realizes the jacket on her body. A smile rests on her scrumptious pinkish lips. “Thanks!”
I nod and start driving the car. She hugs herself around the jacket. My phone starts to ring, it's Ms. Lena, she wants to know we are safe. I mean, Dad called five minutes ago. I tell her that we’d home I'm twenty to thirty minutes since we are with friends. Pure lie. We are not around any friends, the part where I tell her that we are fine is enough proof.
“Dayle, you told me everything but not this part where we have to overlook with an eagle eye, it's not funny!” she complains whole I crack up.
“Well, now you know.”
“Pull over.”
“You mean—”
“Fucking pull over!” she instructs and I do as I'm told. “I uh... I thought that we should talk. What happened between you and Molly? I heard you ask her about Egan being involved with Leon—that was before I entered the car.”
Chrissy is fucking smart and sensitive. I didn't know that she'd ask about it, I thought that she'd ask about the kiss or something.
“It's... I just had to ask—”
“Don’t cover up for Egan, if he's done wrong then I deserve to know. Did he don't? Was he involved?” she asks firmly as I rake my hair backward.
“I can't say right now! It's not Egan. He’d never do that to me or any of us. It can’t be Egan...”
“Well I'm not stupid, you should know that. You wouldn't ask Molly such a thing if Egan isn't a suspect.” she rubs her eyes. “Dayle I'm fucking worried over you, things could go wrong and—”
She starts to panic, I can tell from the look in her eyes. I cradle her smooth face slowly tilting it towards me. “I'm going to sort it out...”
“How? Did Egan get involved?”
“No way, you know Egan—he’s never like that.” I defensively tell her. It's not that I completely trust Egan at the moment but I can't fuel the fire. It would be unfair to make him look bad in front of her. I respect her and I respect our trio’s friendship.
“Did you speak with him?” she asks. Why is she pressing on the matter? I understand that she's very worried over me but it doesn't have to drain her. If it hadn't been for our carelessness then all these things wouldn't have to happen.
“No! He's mad at me—they all are!” I snap
This time around she cups my face.
“I'm so sorry that this had to happen to you, it's uncalled for!”
The pair of her warm eyes dig into mine, and she hops on me caressing my face and chest. She's sending a chill down my spine, it's sensational. Every touch of her makes me want to own her forever, I'm head over heels for her, I'm crazily in love and obsessed with Chrissy’s aura. She means everything and I can't afford to lose her. She takes my wrist peeks at the Rolex watch, she looks back at me. “We have fifteen more minutes, what do you think?”
“Anything you wish, it'll be!”
We share a kiss, her tender hands slide under my cotton shirt, she feels every skin, and her lips collide with mine.
My hands gently squeeze her succulent round booty. My cock is about to tear the jean, I feel the unending throb, and I've got a boner. She arches her butts moving her thong to the side. We stroke my cock and then she glides on my dick. She whimpers sexily in my ear—she’s holding onto me tightly as she rides me fastening her motion, my hands on her slim waistline guiding her as we delve deep into the feeling. Her pussy tightens around my cock and milks my cock.
“Come with me, Chriss!”
She bounces faster, then starts she's trembling and I'm jerking too, it doesn't take another second for me to explode. We hang to catch our breaths.
“That was awesome!” she tells me under her breath, I pull in for a deep kiss again.
“It's not out yet, what do you think about another quickie?”
She bites her lower lips prompting me to fuck her. I do just that. I'm deep into her hole, she's accommodated me until I'm she bounces on my meaty cock.
“Ah... Ah... Ah! Fuck Dayle, fuck!” she moans out, her sound is sexy and it carries me along on every single step.

When we get to the house, we are too exhausted to have dinner and so we head to our rooms respectively.