Chapter 6

“Darla, is her injury serious?” he asked. Why now? Of all the times, why now? Why is he asking shit about me? His woman was standing right there.

“Four stitches,” Darla replied.

“What is your name?” Dorian asked, looking at me, and I could feel it: Kira was staring at me. I could feel her eyes piercing my skin.

“My name doesn’t matter; I’ll survive. Goodnight, Mr.Sterling,” I said, walking through the doors. Darla and Miles were hot on my heels.

We hurriedly left and got into Miles’s car and headed back to the club. Once there, we sat outside and had a beer.

“Okay, that was too fucking close,” Miles said.

“Be careful, Sky. Now that Kira knows you and saw Dorian take an interest in you, she’s going to be watching you,” Darla said.

“I have bigger problems other than Dorrian Sterling and Kira. I have a stalker.”

They were both looking at me.

“Say what?” Miles said

I explained what was happening, leaving out some of the embarrassing details for them.

“And the police didn’t help you?” Miles asked,

“No.”

“That means he has power. There are five prominent and powerful families in Havenwood. The Sterlings and the Lancasters are the top two. The Madisons, the Edwards, and the Tallows are the remaining three. They’re wealthy, but not like the Sterlings. They hold the power. Maybe he’s from one of them.” Miles said

“Or maybe he’s good with the Sterling“s, Darla said.

“Or maybe He is Sterling,” Miles said.

“Absolutely not. I will leave this place if that’s true. Don’t scare me, Miles. I honestly don’t know what to do. I’m scared of what could happen.  Umm, we got incoming.”

They looked in the direction I was looking. Maya, Daphne, and Ivy were walking towards us. They came over and took a seat.

“Why didn’t you call us if you were having a drink?” Maya said

While we were sitting there, I saw the same delivery guy. Not a-fucking-gain. “Ms. Raines, delivery,” he said.

“And what if I don’t want it?”

“Sorry, I have orders,” he said, handing me the box and walking away. I opened the box and saw the phone. The phone began ringing; Miles took it out of the box and handed it to me.

“I need to take this.” I stood up and walked to the other end and answered the phone.

SKYLAR: Why are you doing this to me?

ASHER: Because I want to and I can. You didn’t listen to me when I warned you. I told you to follow the rules.

SKYLAR: You raped me. YOU FUCKING RAPED ME, ASSHOLE.

ASHER: Yes. And I’ll do it again. As long as you follow the rules, then nothing happens. Be a good girl.

SKYLAR: Who are you?

ASHER: Why

SKYLAR: You have one chance. You tell me now, and I’ll forget what you did. Don’t, and I’ll make sure I find out who you are, and I will make you regret it.

I could hear him chuckling.

ASHER: You are so fucking cute. Do you actually think you’ll be able to find out? No, you won’t, little bunny. It will be fun watching you try, and when you fail, then I’ll get to punish you.

SKYLAR: Please leave me alone.

ASHER: Do you think I just randomly found you? No. I chose you because it’s you. I know everything about you, little bunny. You can’t and won’t ever be able to escape me.

SKYLAR: Are you Dorian Sterling?

For some insane reason I just asked if they had the same height. Silence. The phone vibrated, and I saw he had sent a message. I opened it and checked the message. He was well built.  He was wearing sweatpants without a shirt; his entire body was covered in tattoos. His face wasn’t in the picture. I was left staring at the phone. I put the phone back to my ear.

ASHER: Do I look like I’m Sterling? Or is that who you prefer? It better not be fucking.

SKYLAR: No and no. I don’t want anyone.

ASHER: How did you get injured?

SKYLAR: That doesn’t concern you. Goodbye.

ASHER: For future reference, don’t ever disconnect my call. Now answer me. How did you get hurt?

SKYLAR: Find out yourself, damn it.

ASHER: Something will be delivered to you tomorrow.

SKYLAR: I don’t want anything from you.

ASHER: You don’t have a choice. Make sure you get back to the dorms safely. Remember, I’m watching you.

SKYLAR: You...

He ended the call, and I was left looking at the phone. I walked back over to the table. Maya, Ivy, and Daphne were looking at me.

“Ivy said you have a boyfriend,” Maya said.

I didn’t answer her. I opened the gallery and pulled up the picture. I handed the phone to Miles.

“Sweet mother of God, now this is a specimen.  Bitch, you hit it big time. What I wouldn’t do to get one like this on top of me. Why don’t you give me his number?” he said.

“Eww, Miles,”

He started laughing. Ivy I leaned over to see, and he powered off the phone and put it into my bag. He just smiled.

“I need to head back to the dorms. Tomorrow is Sunday. I need to study. I have an exam on Monday.” I stood up and grabbed my bag.

“Okay. Miles will drop you off. You don’t need to work tomorrow. Come in on Monday,” Darla said.

“Oh, Miles, could you give me a ride too?” Ivy asked, standing up also.

When we got back to the dorm, Ivy was quiet. As I was getting into bed. The phone rang, and she turned instantly. I answered.

“What. Fine,” I ended the call and went to sleep.

I was woken up by my phone vibrating. I checked the message. All it said was to go down. I dragged myself out of bed and headed down to the gates. The same tall man was standing by the gate with a car. He came over to me and handed me the keys. I looked at him, then at the keys, then at the car. It was a BMW.

The phone rang, which startled me. I answered.

SKYLAR: Yes.

ASHER: It’s yours already in your name. Be careful.

He ended the call. I just shook my head. The man left me standing there. At the same time, Ivy was leaving, and she saw me. She stopped and looked at me. More specifically, the car keys were in my hands then she walked away. I headed back up to my room and began studying.

Since the day Ivy saw me with the car, she’s been cold. When I showed up at work, Miles saw me and began fanning himself. He was happy for me. He said he needed a sugar daddy that didn’t need sugar, which caused us to laugh uncontrollably.  Asher called me, but I ignored him. I told him I had to study, and he left me alone. I guess he wasn’t willing to fuck with my studies.

It was the second week when I heard it. Brett had an accident, and he was in the hospital. His arms and legs were broken, and I was horrified. That man was insane. I texted him, and he replied, saying,. ‘Brett shouldn’t have touched what was his,’ and I was terrified because what sort of person just does something like that? I noticed other students staring and looking at me weirdly. I ignored it.

The third week I noticed my stuff would move, and some of my clothes were missing. My shampoo, lotions, perfumes, and stuff like that. Ivy stopped talking to me altogether, even at work. I didn’t care. One day last week I almost had a heart attack. I was leaving work when I received a notification. When I checked it,

I saw a deposit was made.  Two million dollars was deposited into my account; my knees went weak. Luckily, Miles caught me in time. I called Asher, but he didn’t answer. He replied with a message saying. “Just accept it.” Kira was at the club a lot now, and so were Freya and Celeste. Two of the Sterling family members. I stayed far away from the private dining room the idiot Sterling uses.  I haven’t spoken to the demon Asher in two weeks. I told him clearly that I had to study, and I wanted to be left alone to focus on my exams.

A few days ago, the entire Havenwood was embroiled in drama. Dorian Sterling publicly broke off his engagement, and apparently that was scandalous enough for everyone because that was all they talked about. Some people were speculating that he had someone else, but people said Emelda would never let that happen. I wasn’t too interested in their problems. It was just annoying to hear people talk about it nonstop.

As I was leaving classes one afternoon, I saw the dean walking towards me.

“Ms. Raines, please follow me,” he said, walking back into the now empty classroom. I followed him and stood there waiting for him. As he was closing the door, I saw Ivy walk past, and she was smirking.