“Jesus, Lydia,” he said, “why are you doing this?”
“Because you hurt me.” Lydia’s tone was desperate. The fairy lights overhead cast a dim glow, painting the room in shades of blue and pink, the shadows dancing in sync with her guests. They roamed her whole body, her tits and pussy receiving most of the attention. She thrived on the deep secrets that haunted the hearts of minds of everyone in her school and relished exploiting those secrets to her benefit. Lydia whipped those off as well down to his ankles. But with Elaina in the picture now? “Old history, Alyssa. The night was young, and both Lydia and Jesse knew the real game had just begun. Lydia, you have to delete it. “You see, Elaina, maybe if you hadn’t been fucking around with my ex-boyfriend, none of this would have happened. Lydia watched her go, a predatory satisfaction settling over her. At one point, she found herself at the edge of the dance floor, watching the swirling couples, the thrum of the beat echoing in her chest.
