Chapter 3: Schemes

Victor's P.O.V

I pulled up my zipper and righted my T-shirt before I came out of the alley, but I didn't go too far from it. I crossed the road on a red light and stood on the opposite side of the road, hiding just behind a wall that divided two shops which were now closed. And I watched.

It took ten minutes but Kendra got out of the alley in one piece and then she hailed an oncoming cab and got into it, the cab moving out of sight a few moments later. I felt myself calm down a bit, knowing that she was safe.

What I just did might seem like a dickish move, but everything's not always as it seems. Two years ago, when my older sister had graduated from college, she'd brought her two friends Kendra and Tatiana. Kendra was three years older than me, but the attraction had been instant. They'd stayed over for two weeks and in that time, Kendra and I had gotten very close, to the point where we'd made love to each other several times without anyone noticing.

I'd realized soon after that I'd fallen in love with the crazy girl who had wanted to live her life to the fullest every single day. So one evening, just a day before my sister and her friends were supposed to leave town, I'd told Kendra how I feel about her. I'd promised that I'd come to LA to be with her as soon as I can. But Kendra had completely shut down. She didn't say a word and afterwards, when I'd gone out in search of her, I'd stumbled upon her having sex with a stranger.

In that moment, I'd felt my heart shatter into a million pieces. It felt like I couldn't breathe, like someone had sucked the air right out of my lungs. She'd known I was there; she'd met my eyes as that bastard had continued to thrust into her. But it was also then that I'd noticed just how dull her eyes had been. That night, I'd understood one thing. And that was, I couldn't just dump my feelings on Kendra, she has to be willing to come to me. So I've decided that I'll make Kendra Millar come to me. I'll drive her crazy with desire, with lust, with passion; and I'll wait till she's ready to come to me on her own terms.

This time, I'm not letting her go that easily.

Kendra's P.O.V:

I broke the surface of the water and took a deep breath, my lungs burning from the lack of oxygen. How long had I held my breath again? The clock on my cell phone said only two minutes, but to me if felt like hours.

I used the soap bubbles in the tub to rinse my hair thoroughly and decided it was finally time to get out of the tub when my hands had pruned beyond recognition. I stood up on unsteady feet and set the water to drain. Once I'd dried up, I came to stand in front of the fogged up bathroom mirror.

I cleared up the mirror with my hand and when I saw my image reflected on the glass, I immediately wanted to break it into a thousand pieces.

How could he! I wanted to scream; how could a brat like him just humiliate me and walk away without an explanation and how could I let him do just that?

"Uggghhh!" I cried out and threw down the bottles that lined the counter. "You'll pay for this Victor Summers! I will make sure that you do!"

But the voice inside my head reminded me that Victor had done the same thing. He'd simply taken revenge for breaking his heart two years ago. And my mind and body had both acted like a fifteen year old, without any self-control.

That was what frustrated me the most, not being able to control myself. I was always in control, whenever I was with a man, it was always on my terms. I never gave in completely and after the deed was done, I was the first one to leave. However, there was one thing a lot of people didn't know about me; I'm not a slut. I don't sleep with every guy I walk out of a club with. Sometimes I meet someone nice who I can just talk with and who shares a lot of my hobbies, like the guy I went hiking with last month, Carig Williams.

I've made similar friends over the last couple of years who I like to keep in contact with. However, the Kendra they know isn't the real me, at least not the complete me. And it's sad to say that even my two best friends, Grace and Ty don't even know the real me. Because if they did, they'd definitely hate me.

I couldn't tell Ty that I'd hated Connor right from the beginning, that I'd kept making up excuses night after night, faking break-ups with imaginary boyfriends, faked illnesses and a lot more so I could keep her away from Connor and closer to me. And no one has any idea how happy I was when Ty had dumped Connor and Daniel had sent the guy to jail. It'd been no different with Grace, but grace hadn't had any boyfriends for a long time and somewhere in my heart I'd believed that she never would, but then had come Daniel. And now they'd moved in together.

"Hmmmm." I made a moaning sound as I gave the guy an once-over. "I approve." And instantly, I'd seen Grace's face go dark.

Grace had been possessive about Daniel right from the start, and it had given me a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.

What everyone didn't know about that incident, was that I'd dumped the orange jacket guy right away and as soon as Ty had left for home, I'd gone in search for Grace and I'd watched with clenched teeth as Daniel had taken her upstairs.

It'd been an equal amount of hurt that I had to return the spare key to Grace's apartment back to her; I'd done it with teeth-gritting strength and a heavy heart, but then I'd laid eyes on Victor. The only person who'd come very close to knowing the real me. And just like that, my entire attention had shifted to him, my two best friends pushed back to the back of my mind.

Now, I touched my fingers to the lips of my vagina which was still sore from today's encounter. I hadn't had sex for over two months now, and Victor wasn't exactly medium sized. No, he'd been big and demanding and he'd completely blown my mind. And I was left on the floor of a deserted alley, completely out of breath and craving for more.

I traced my fingers lightly across the slit and brought it up to press down on my clitoris, my other hand going up to cup my breasts. I wanted to feel it again, that mind numbing sensation that made me forget that the rest of the world existed. I wanted to feel nothing and everything all at once. I wanted to feel Victor, the boy who'd made me feel vulnerable for the first time and the man who'd given me pleasure like never before.

I threw back my head and moaned as I pictured his fingers on my body, his dick inside my vagina as I stroked myself to an orgasm that was nowhere near how he'd made me feel.