Vinnie hacker
In that expensive college where everyone looked like they came out of a perfume commercial, I was the fault in the system: poor, partial purse, worn backpack and the face of someone who prefers books to parties. And he... Vinie Hacker. Daddy's boy, blond, gray eyes, owner of his own ego and half of the campus. Friends bet that he would be able to bend me in a week. He laughed. Of course he laughed. It started with cheap charm, a trained smile, praise thrown like a coin. "You are different" , "so beautiful without effort" , "no one here deserves you" . I, a premium sucker, fell all over. He sat next to me, put his arm over the chair, got too close, spoke softly, looked into my mouth. Everything rehearsed. All fake. He never liked me. Never or almost. But he pretended so well that I began to believe he was special. That he wanted me. That he saw me. When he began to insinuate more intimate things, I trembled,
About Vinnie hacker
In that expensive college where everyone looked like they came out of a perfume commercial, I was the fault in the system: poor, partial purse, worn backpack and the face of someone who prefers books to parties. And he... Vinie Hacker. Daddy's boy, blond, gray eyes, owner of his own ego and half of the campus. Friends bet that he would be able t...Read more