What's up, folks?! I hope you guys are doing well because this Corona is making many people panic! Please remember to STAY INSIDE! It helps tremendously!

Anyway...

Spoiler alert! Rena's playing taxi driver tonight. Lol How do you think Rena's feeling about that?

The other ladies finally found Carmon and Rena in the closet! Should they have been able to find them sooner? Do you think they left them in there on purpose?

Lastly, do you think Tiffany is overreacting? Do you think she should let Bryce in?

Well, we are back with another chapter for Screw Me Over! It's Carrrrrrmon's turn to turn heads (*coughs* both heads) because it's still charity ball time!!!

Anyway, please see the triggers that are in the summary of this story! Please! As you know, what comes with Carmon are sex scenes! She's a freak nasty so please skip over if you must.

Alright, y'all! That's all I have! You may continue! 💜🤫
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"OH MY GOODNESS! Is that you, Mr. Trent Carter?!" an overly exaggerated woman called for my boss as soon as we stepped foot into the extravagant building.

Literally.

His focus moved from the event as a whole and to the billionaire wife. She wore the stereotypical look of one. You know? The white pearls, the red elegant dress that showed off the humps of her breasts, the long blonde hair, and overly manicured face. You could tell that she had work done to not only her face. A blind person could even see that.

Anyway, her soft pained hands fell onto his chest and his veiny hands fell on hers with a smile on his face. My eyes couldn't help but study the large wedding band that laid on her left hand. Although she was married, she still wanted a piece of the popular business man as it showed all over her face. That lustful sparkle in her eyes helped spark up a conversation between the two.

This, however, didn't stop plenty of other dainty females from interrupting their conversation and gathering around the popular CEO. Thank goodness they gave me a reason to sneak away and find a table to sit at. This whole event was out of my norm and I felt so uncomfortable. Once I sat down, the feeling of going back home crept upon me slowly.

What was one thing that made a thrill-seeking woman like me feel comfortable? What kept me entertained?

Alcohol.

A bar appeared in sight as soon as my eyes lifted from the protected menu on the table. A familiar bartender caught my eye and my shameless signature smirk cracked through my straight-faced look.

Just like I liked him. In a building filled with ballers, shot callers, and streetwalkers, there stood a regular good-looking man that stood out from the crowd and he turned me on for the second time. Damn, he was good.

"Colton?" I called while maneuvering myself from the table to the bar with a smile on my face. He passed a sexy wink my way as he finished making a fresh cocktail for one of the posh attendees. Her light blue eyes rolled at me once she saw me call the educator. Ugh, the snobbish only go so far.

Scoffing at her, my eyes went back to the blonde-haired tall man. "Hey, you. You've got to excuse me. It's easy to forget your name with a beautiful face like yourself. Fortunately, that's something I can't ever forget," he responded with his deep seductive voice as I felt my cheeks get hot. As soon as he said 'hey, you', my thong was drenched.

Oh, if only there weren't so many stuck up assholes here, I'd take this tall and skinny man down right here on the bar counter. Now that he noticed me and talked to me the way he did, I figured that he could handle a woman like me.

Biting my lip in excitement, I managed to get out "It's Carmon. Nice to see you again."

Giving me a light nod, he took my soft hands into his to plant a breathtakingly peck on it and said "Nice to see you again as well." The kiss alone made me even more hot.

Shaking my head to take myself out of the sensual trance, I spoke with "What are you doing here? Aren't you a teacher now?" Not being able to control myself, I leaned over the counter a bit just to expose my already open V-neck. His eyes didn't hesitate to get a good look. Good for me, I guess.

"Yeah, I teach second grade now," he said with a teasing smile as he cleaned off a special glass and set it down in front of me. This attractive teacher just knew how to turn on a single mom on.

"What's got you here? Not that I'm really complaining or anything. I'd just like to know," I spoke softly as he finished making me a singular margarita. Him being in this environment changed my whole mood because he wasn't someone that ran with the crowd. He was his own person and he was fine at the same time. If only I could take a bite of his white chocolate.

"Well, I decided to stick with the bartending gig, but only for special events. I make the most money with them. Plus, teachers don't get paid much for all that they do and I've learned to accept it," he spoke. Every word that came from his lips the goosebumps pop from my arms.

Fuck a man with money. Who wouldn't be turned on by a hard-working, humble male teacher who could make drinks and still look stimulating?

I wasn't even drunk and I wanted the man. He had a way about him. He didn't look like Mr. Carter, but he just had that sexy personality that made you want to rip his clothes off in the middle of the parking lot. He was definitely on my radar.

Our conversation went on and on. During our deep conversation, he learned that Loraina went to the same school he taught at and knew about her from word around the school. Although I felt a sense of embarrassment come over me, he reassured me that it wasn't for anything terrible. She was just a character. She had a bright personality and it took away that embarrassed feeling. This coming up year, I will make it a mission for her to be in this addictive man's class. Not just because I wanted to know what he was like in his teaching element.

"Colt! What's going on man?! I see you met my date!" I heard an overly excited Mr. Carter shout as he wrapped his arm around me and ordered his scotch whiskey. My mind had come back to reality once his loud and vibrating voice was heard. He was just like everybody else.

Rolling my eyes at his words, they landed on a curious-looking Colton. "Yeah, we've known each other for a minute. Let me get that drink for you, Trent," he said as he walked to get the drink.

I couldn't sigh to myself and look away while the voice of another business came to my ears to speak with my friendly supervisor. I wondered why I was even here and he could've come here by himself. It was as if he had forgotten all about the person he brought here against her will might I add.

As Colton put his drink down, he studied my look just to grab my hand again and say "Don't look so down. He's not a bad guy and he isn't trying to ignore you. He's just popular. I hope to see you around."

As if him leaving me was supposed to make me feel better. His back was turned away from me while talking to the few other business owners that crowded around him. If only the egotistical business owner was like Colton. If only my boss had the same respect for both the billionaire and the garbage man, I may respect him a bit more. But, sadly, that wasn't the case. Like most young rich assholes, he used his wealthy powers to please multiple women and steal more money out of the poor people's pockets.

A tap on my shoulder took me out of my wandering thoughts and my eyes turned to the attention-grabbing executive. "You don't look so interested in this ball," he asked as he leaned against the bar and slid closer to me.

What? I couldn't possibly hate being around a bunch of conceited and arrogant tyrants.

"You actually noticed? Mr. Carter, no disrespect, but I'd rather be at a regular bar with regular individuals. The 'middle-class' people that work everyday only to come home tired because they work hard for little to no money. The people that can't wear fancy clothes like this, but a beer in their hand and dancing with other sweaty bodies around them is a good time for them. This environment is filled with such uppity aristocrats. This is not for me," I finally broke out with as my head placed itself in my hands. Realizing that this was my last day at a good-paying job, thoughts flowed through my mind and wondered who else was hiring.

Great Carmon. Now, you're about to get fired. Try applying for Walmart as soon as you leave this place. Then again, Kirk said that he'd let you work at the strip club if you ever began to hurt that much for money.

Well, it was better than pretending to live a lavish lifestyle that I obviously didn't have. At least I tried to play along.

As soon as my eyes looked up to find Mr. Carter, he was still standing at the bar with his head tilted and a smile of delight peeking from his lips. "Fine. Let's make a deal. We go to a regular bar if you let me dance with you for two songs. We have to stay here for a certain amount of time in order for our company's money to be donated to our charity of choice."

My eyes widened in confusion. What was he talking about? His company never gave a dime.

"You're probably thinking that we never gave money to the Paul's Musical Adventures charity. That's because there's another account that only I can access. It's my money. That's why we're here," he said as he held out his hand for me. My mind was still confused because it didn't know how to feel. That name sounded so familiar but I didn't continue thinking about it.

Dragging myself from the bar, I slapped his hand away and groaned to myself. My feet led me to the polished dance floor and I felt my curious boss eyeing my backside.

Oh great. Now I'm acting like my sister. Pouting and shit. Really, like my own daughter.

Twirling onto the floor, my eyes caught the rest of the guests staring at my unashamed boss dancing to the rhythm of Can't Hide Love by Earth Wind and Fire. Here he was doing the crip walk onto the dancefloor with the most confident smirk on his face and I couldn't help but cover my eyes. Thank goodness that the song was almost over. My ears tended to the laughs that scattered throughout the entire dining hall.

Was he even allowed to do something like that? Did these fancy bastards even know what dance that was?

Peeking through my fingers, I saw him spin onto the dance floor while Versace on the Floor by Bruno Mars came blaring through the dining hall. "Come on, Carmon! You know you want to dance! Don't leave this young man to drown in embarrassment alone," he called as he bit his lip to control himself from laughing.

A small laugh peeked from my lips as my eyes searched the rest of the hall. Many women watched with scrunched faces and men studied my stature as we were the only two on the floor. The rhythm of the song and Mr. Carter's terrible singing got me moving my body a little bit. I was one to be silly and have a good time, but not in this setting.

However, my boss was trying his hardest to get me to warm up. Grabbing my hand, he took me in his hands and our dancing feet traveled around the large dancefloor. We spun around together as he held me in his arms and an enjoying smile escaped from inside me. He saw my look because a bright-eyed smile came over his face as he continued to sing terribly. I got to see Mr. Carter's fun side for the first time and it was interesting.

As we continued dancing together, my eyes caught on to other couples coming down to the dancefloor and dancing with each other. "Carmon, this is not the office. Relax and be yourself. We're just two people trying to have a good time. I promise," I heard a deep voice speak softly into my ear as he held my left hand with his.

My mind was gradually falling into a trance as a slow song progressed through the speakers. It started off with a soft piano-playing Brian McKnight singing one of my favorite songs.

The same song our dad would dance with us to. He danced with Tiffany on one foot and I was on the other like we were his princesses at an enchanted ball. He would hold one of us in his arms from time to time while dancing with the other one...just like Mr. Carter did with me in this exact moment.

His arms wrapped around me tightly and, out of instinct, my head fell onto his chest breathing in that signature ocean scent he wore. My arms wrapped around his tall and muscular stature as my whole body just relaxed in his hold. His chin fell onto my head as I completely got lost in his soft touch to my back as we swayed on the dance floor.

"Carmon..." he called softly as his deep voice vibrated inside of him and against my ear. I looked up only to find his blue ocean eyes watching me. He chuckled to himself as one of his hands moved my hair out of my face. Smiling lightly at him, he leaned down and our lips slowly met with each other. It was as if everyone else wasn't here and it was just us in the middle of the dance floor.

A tingle flowed through my body as my lips parted for his tongue to enter. Eventually, my hands placed themselves on the sides of his face as our tongues wrestled in each other's mouths. The sensual tension grew inside me as he clenched onto my dress tightly and a moan left my lips vibrating into the passionate kiss between us. He broke our kiss and our foreheads touched while we breathed heavily.

"Carmon...I need you," he whispered as his hold around me grew tighter. What the hell was I supposed to say to that? Something inside me begged me not to fall for his shit, but another something wanted-

Needed him as well. Something in me needed his strong hold, his hands around my hips to bounce me up and down on him, his hardened shaft inside me, his luscious lips pressed against my sweet body, and whatever else came with him. That something made me want to throw him on one of these dining hall tables and devour him in front of all the business freaks in here.

Instead, while lost in my trance, I asked "Where's the bathroom?"

He bit his lip knowing exactly what I was asking for and he knew it wasn't just the bathroom. Holding onto my hand tightly, he led me through the poised crowd and it seemed like forever since the partygoers were trying to get the secretly horny man's attention. It was funny to watch him try to get out of these conversations but he eventually got out of them in the matter of seconds.

We had finally made it into the shockingly empty restroom and my eyes landed on the door's lock. My fingers fell over it and turned it to make sure there was no one else trying to come in. I could feel his eyes watching me as if he were ready for whatever I was willing to give him.

Turning back to the turned-on blonde male, I rushed over to him and crashed my lips into his. As we worked our hands on each other's bodies to get a good feel of where to start undressing, he was the first to find my zipper and slide it down my backside making the dress loose on my body.

My eyes instantly rolled to the back of my head as his thick tongue rolled around on my soft neck and my nails dug into his back. A sweet sigh fell from my lips as he continued touching my delicate body. My hands eventually ripped his dress shirt off of his body showcasing a set of tanned abs and my fingers fell down them as if they were speed bumps. I was just in awe of his form and my heart raced while just looking at his beautiful body.

Pushing my dress to the floor, his soft kisses went down my body and his tongue pulled one of my cupped nipples into his mouth. Sucking and playing with my nipples, my head threw itself back and I couldn't help but pant at the feeling. He was turning me on more and more making me wetter by the minute. I was just drowning in a sea of ecstasy already and he didn't put himself in me yet.

A moan escaped my lips as he stood back up to kiss me roughly. My hands fell on the sides of his face again while he crammed his lips against mine. My hands soon made their way down his sexy body and unbuckled his belt to push his pants and briefs down at once. My weak legs fell to the floor and kneeled as my hands reached his already hardened cock. Licking my lips in pleasure, I knew I was ready for his pleasure stick to be in between my lips. Both sets of them.

As one of my hands continued rubbing down the length, my tongue touched the tip of his penis and a large groan came from his lips. Slowly bring it into my whole mouth, I could feel it going down my throat and it made me moan against it in pure bliss. The deeper down my throat, the more he winced and I loved every bit of it.

Gripping my hair, he pulled me off his baby maker and watched as the wetness slid down my lips. Standing up in disappointment, he turned me around sharply and pushed me into the bathroom sink while placing his lubricated self inside me. Once he was inside, we both moaned out a swear and watched each other in the mirror. His head flew back for a second as my eyelids lowered and a pleasure smile came across my face.

"Tell me how much you want it, Carmon," he groaned softly in my ear as he grabbed my right leg and placed it on the counter with force. This made his good dick go deeper inside me and I couldn't take it. A loud groan fell from my lips and my eyes closed while I was lost in his love.

"I want it, baby. I want all of it, Fuck!" I shouted as he gripped my hips and moved faster inside me. Swears and noises of desire fell throughout the bathroom. It was so bad that the mirror even became a bit foggy, but I could still see this blue-eyed stallion enjoying me.

Feeling the pressure of my release coming, I immediately bit my lip as he continued moving himself in and out of me faster. Trying to contain a scream from coming out of my mouth, I rolled my eyes and they landed on a sexy-looking heartthrob as he gave me a smug look while my ass cheeks clapped against his body.

He pulled my hair and that's when it was all over. Screaming in a pool of heat, the words "Fuck! I'm gonna cum, honey!" fell from my lips. Not thinking about anyone trying to come into the bathroom nor listen to us by the door, I groaned loudly and screeched while he notified me of him reaching his peak.

"Shit, I'm coming too Carmon," he said softly as he placed two fingers down towards my clit and rubbed it to make it lubricate itself again.

Anyway, he completely stopped torturing me with his fast thrusts inside me. One last hard thrust in me made my body shiver, my clit quiver, and made me reach my climax. My body fell onto the cool counter as he wrapped himself around my naked body. We were still connected to each other, panting heavily, and bent over the sink.

Sighing heavily, my ears heard a "Carmon, I love you" come from the strung man.

As soon as those words hit my ears, my heart dropped to the floor and my eyes widened in shock. This. Was. Not. Supposed. To. Happen.