Sweet Secret by Karina Castillo (Bekacastle) (recommended books to read .txt) 📕

 Denzel began to unbutton his pants and so did I, he slipped them on me as well as my panties and introduced me inside his member covered by the contraceptive, by the way, which for some reason he was carrying. I moaned when I felt him inside me. Damn, it felt great. Once I had lost my virginity, I no longer felt so much pain in my private part. Denzel started to move me inside him pressing my butt against his body, his legs felt hot; I supported myself by placing my hands on his chest as I moved slowly.

I'm having sex with Denzel Derricks in a parking lot.

How low have you sunk, Rebecca?!

"Do you like this Rebecca?" I heard him say in an erotic moan. “Do you like to feel like you're mine?”
"Shut up, Derricks." I jerked inside him causing him pleasure, he bit his lip and furrowed his brows. His hands traveled to my breasts and touched them on the top. “Take it away from me”

"No, someone might see you," he said. “I will wait.”

“Since when are you so reserved?”

“Since I've been with you, Eyre.” Denzel sealed my lips with a kiss, biting into my flesh and squeezing my buttocks, driving me deeper inside him. I rested my hands on the ceiling as I lunged with my legs into it. I felt a tingling in my private part. “I love when you open my legs.”

He made me wince with his comment, I suddenly felt his hands travel under my shirt and touch my swollen breasts. He got inside my shirt and bit my nipple.

"Ah," I moaned, slipping my fingers into his black curls and squeezing him when I felt his member move inside me pulling me toward him. “Oh!”

I dropped into the seat brushing my breasts into his face as I lay down shivering on my skin. This was magnificent.

I kept moving, this time crazily on her legs. He came out from under my shirt and opened my mouth to kiss me. He caressed my neck with his warm hands and tickled me by running his hand through my hair.

Once I heard him make a noise and he squeezed my private part inside his I knew it was over.

I moved away from him slowly because my legs hurt and I began to put on my clothes. I felt that my whole body ached in an amazing way and my heart was beating very fast.

Then Denzel's cell phone rang.

Will we see each other tonight? 9:00 pm
"I was an idiot." He thought I didn't read, but of course I did. I don't know why the hell I called him in the first place.
"You have no right to claim me, you were messing with your perfect boyfriend while I was all hard on you, Rebecca." Denzel put the phone aside and started to put his pants back on.

"You're right, it's your life," I mumbled furiously. “Could you just take me home?”

Denzel started the car.

“What was all that?” he asked as he drove.
"I wanted to," I replied. “Men are not the only ones who have sexual desires, you know? Besides, it was you who goaded me into this.”
"Don't give me that now, Rebecca." He turned on the radio. “You took advantage of my weakness.” I rolled my eyes.

“Your only weakness is down there, Denzel Derricks.”

Once he dropped me off at my house I got out of his car and closed the door on him before he could say anything else.

You are amazing, Rebecca Eyre.

(...)

Dear diary, last night I dreamed of Jayden Foster, he had taken me to heaven like in the love stories in books...

I crumpled up the purple sheet I had found taped to my locker just like the rest.

The person who had threatened to publish another excerpt from my diary had paid off his stupid debt, and boy did he! It's amazing that I myself wrote that about Jayden Foster when I was living in love with him in a glass bubble... Jayden had turned out to be a jerk after all, and the one who said he wanted to be my perfect boyfriend had betrayed me in the worst way way.

"I'm going to kill him," I heard Denzel say as he walked toward me with Anne. “I warned him not to mess with you, Rebecca. And of course I warned you too, but the lady decided to ignore me.”

I fell silent, Anne gave me a guilty look and then spoke.

"Don't hurt him," Anne pleaded.

"I'm not going to hit him this time." He crumpled the blade and hurled it, hitting the shoulder of a nearby girl who glared at him. “But I will tell him not to come near you again, Rebecca.”
“Thank you.” Anne said relieved. “But believe me, I'll talk to him, I'll tell my mom about this, and we'll talk tonight.”

"Miss Eyre, come to my office right now." The principal appeared in the corridor accompanied by a teacher.

"I'll go with her," Denzel fumed.

"You'd better wait here, Mr. Derricks, your mate could be in serious trouble."

(...)

Once in the director's office I took a seat. One of my professors, the literature professor, was standing next to my oldest behind the desk with his arms crossed.

The director showed me all the sheets they had collected and they were quiet waiting for an answer.

"I can explain, Director Smith." My voice shook. “How was I going to explain all that?”

Very simple, I would start at the beginning without involving my friends and my possible "lover".

"Someone stole my journal on the first day of school," I began.

"And until now you can think of talking, Miss Eyre?" The director scolded me.

“I told my mom what was happening, but I told her not to do anything because it was college and the students here might take a grudge against me... That's why I put up with it.”

"The school paper could be involved," Professor Evan commented, frowning; he looked very worried. “We'll talk to Denzel Derricks and Anne Mikaelson after this.”

“I assure you that they are my friends and that they have nothing to do with this. On the contrary, they have helped me find the possible suspect who is doing this. There's nothing wrong with my... there's nothing wrong with my diary, it's just a diary, and I've carried it with me since high school... I don't understand why anyone would want to hurt me, Principal Smith.”