TayeSteele

"We're standing uncomfortably close and he makes no sign that he intends on moving from the position in which he has me pinned against the door, unable to flee. His eyes run down my face, my neck, over my cleavage, and he makes a sound of appreciation from his throat.  He dips down to kiss me and I open to him on contact. Bringing his hands up to either side of my jaw he cradles my face, giving me a far sweeter kiss than last time. Unhurried, less desperate, but somehow it holds more intensity than last time. When he moves to deepen the kiss I give no objection, tilting my head, and lifting my arms to throw them around his neck."

There's nothing quite like the freedom of college. For many young adults, it's their first experience with life on their own, but for Vale Clarke, it's about more than that. It's her one and only chance to carve a new path for herself away from her dysfunctional family. When she loses her scholarship she's faced with two options: come up with the dough, or kiss her future goodbye.

Inspiration strikes her when she meets Kaden West. A hot rock prodigy born with a silver spoon in his mouth and a sense of entitlement to match. How far is Vale willing to go to lock down the future she wants?

TW: Depictions of drug and alcohol use/absue, mentions of past trauma. May contain scenes of dubious consent.

Sex Sells

Blaring white fluorescent lighting bathes the room before me in an unnatural tone, making the greys of the room seem somehow greyer. The table I'm sitting at is reminiscent of the large craft tables they used to have in my elementary school with the fake vinyl wood grain top. The only sound of the room is a ticking clock above the door and I would bet every dollar I own that they keep this room too cold on purpose. I'm freezing.

After sitting in an uncomfortable chair for what seems like hours, wondering if there was anyone watching me behind that cliche two-way mirror in the room, the door opens, pulling my attention to Naomi and another older man in a suit who is entering the room.

Last night, after Naomi had flashed me her badge, she made it abundantly clear that I was to return to the party as though nothing was wrong and continue with the rest of my night the same way. I was to say absolutely nothing to Kaden or any of my friends about who she was, either.

Folsom Prison Blues