Sins Of Her Venom

-Glyndon Walton: (song of the chapter: u. By niteboi)

The warm water sprayed over me, but my body was frozen in place, my eyes locked on Kathrine as she stepped out of the shower stall.

She was laughing, her voice light and carefree, echoing in the bathroom.

Her smile…that damn smile. It had a way of pulling me in, rendering me immobile because it was rare and strange to see her smile.

As she walked away, my gaze dropped to her skirt. It wasn't just short because of her height —it was short because her perky ass made it ride up.

"Ugh, fuck. Fuck!" Alex's sharp voice snapped me out of my trance.

I turned quickly, realizing he was hunched over, clutching his dick with a pained expression.

"Oh my God, Alex! Are you okay?" I wrapped a towel around myself and rushed to his side.

"Does it look like I'm okay?" he growled, his face twisted in pain.

"What happened? Why did she kick you?" I crouched beside him, trying to keep my voice steady, though the situation was more than a little awkward.

"That damn Fag, Fuck this day." He groaned loudly, grimacing as he straightened up slightly.

I bit my lip, suppressing a laugh. "Okay, just… stay still. Let me get you a napkin or something."

Alex gave me a glare that could cut glass. "A napkin? What am I supposed to do with a fucking napkin, Glyndon?"

"Fine! A towel, then. Jeez." I grabbed one from the rack and handed it to him. He took it with a scowl, muttering under his breath as he wiped himself off.

"She's lucky I'm not calling 911," he grumbled.

"You're fine. Stop being so dramatic."

"Easy for you to say. You're not the one with sore balls."

Despite myself, I laughed. "Okay, fair point."

Eventually, Alex calmed down, though he kept mumbling curses under his breath as he got dressed.

I followed suit, slipping into my school uniform while the cool breeze from the open window brushed against my skin.

My thoughts wandered back to Kathrine—her laugh, her skirt, the way she seemed so… untouchable yet so infuriatingly close. I was so lost in my thoughts that I barely heard Alex speak.

"I'll make her regret what she did," he said suddenly, his voice dark.

I turned to him, startled. "What are you talking about?"

Alex smirked, the kind of smirk that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. "I have plans for her. At the party tonight."

I frowned. "What kind of plans?"

"You'll see," he replied cryptically, the grin on his face growing wider.

I wasn't sure whether to be excited or scared, but knowing Alex, it was probably a bit of both.

After School, When the final bell rang, I stepped out of the building, relieved to be done for the day.

Alex was already waiting for me in his car, leaning against it with a casual arrogance that only he could pull off.

"Get in," he said with a smirk.

The drive to my house was mostly quiet, aside from the low hum of music playing on the radio.

When we pulled up to my family's mansion, I stepped out and glanced up at the sprawling estate.

The house was massive, a towering structure of glass and stone with ivy crawling up the sides.

Tall, arched windows reflected the afternoon sunlight and the grand double doors seemed to beckon me inside.

As I stepped into the entryway, the cool marble floors echoed under my feet. The house was eerily quiet, as usual.

My parents were workaholics, constantly traveling or buried in their offices.

"Miss Glyndon," a familiar voice called.

I turned to see Clara, our maid—and my babysitter from when I was younger—approaching with a warm smile.

"How was school today?" she asked, her tone gentle.

"It was… fine," I replied, though my mind was far from the mundane details of school.

She raised an eyebrow. "Just fine? You look like you've got something on your mind."

I shrugged. "Just thinking about the party tonight."

Clara chuckled knowingly. "Well, don't do anything too wild. And eat something before you go."

I nodded, offering her a small smile before heading upstairs to my room.

My bedroom was huge, more like a luxury suite than a typical teenager's room.

The walls were painted a soft, creamy white, with gold accents and floor-to-ceiling windows that let in streams of natural light.

A plush king-sized bed sat in the center, piled high with pillows, and a chandelier hung above, casting a warm glow.

I sighed as I kicked off my shoes, slipping out of my uniform and into a pair of soft panties.

My body was tired, but my mind was buzzing.

The thought of the party—and whatever Alex had planned for Kathrine—made my stomach twist with a mix of excitement and nerves.

As I sank into bed, pulling the covers up to my chin, I couldn't help but wonder: what exactly was he going to do?

And why did the thought of it thrill me so