Dear Bad Boy || Ransom Drysdale

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Its the first day of summer vacation I cant quite believe that high school is over, I'm out in the world now as an adult its so daunting.
Dad left for San Fran yesterday leaving me alone again. At least he made it for graduation, he never showed up for anything before so I was surprised to see him there in the auditorium. I think he was disappointed that I didn't make Valedictorian, I always stayed under the radar. Never had any friends. No one wants to be friends with the quiet little rich girl who never found a place to fit in.

I lie with my knees raised on one of the old deck chairs at the side of the lake that sits by our house, the sun beats harshly down on my skin which is barely covered by my black bikini. I always enjoy the peacefulness of it here. But the peacefulness was short lived as a shadow casts over me.
"Who are you?" I open my eyes to see Hugh Drysdale towering over me. 
I slide my sun glasses on to my head, "Eva Miller, your grandfathers neighbour for the last 18 years."
What a dick! He knows exactly who I am.
Just like I know exactly who he is, the arrogant asshole who acts as though he's king of the world and that there are girls throwing themselves at him.
He seriously thinks he's all that, but he's not. He's not even that attractive, well I suppose in some lights maybe.
"Is this half of the lake yours? I thought it was Harlans." He smirks coyly his eyebrow raised as he sits on the end of the wooden sun bed.
Our families were never one for socialising, the usual obligatory Christmas card passed back and forth every year, and when my mom left Harlan sent his housekeeper Fran over with food. Other than that there has been little to no contact with our neighbours, or anyone in town for that matter. I suspect they think dads too stuck up, and I'm just invisible. But now thats schools over its time for me to reinvent myself, time for me to grow up and find out who I really am, that is if Hugh would get off of my towel.
I get off the sun bed tugging at my towel, "well I guess I'll be going Hugh." I grunt as he sneers from the corner of his mouth.
"Call me Ransom, its my middle name..." he lifts my denim shorts from the pebbled shore and hands them to me, "only the help calls me Hugh."
I snatch the shorts from his hands and shimmy my way into them. I try to control the flustered sting that spreads across my cheeks as he eyeballs me pulling them over my butt.
He hooks a finger in one of the belt loops and stands trailing them slowly up, "wh...what're you doing?!" I take a step away from him tripping over the bed, he grabs the front of my bikini top breaking my fall.
"Watch where you're going will you," he pulls me forward looking at my partially exposed breast, "wouldn't want that incredible body of yours getting injured."
I bat away his hand and try to gather my things, "piss off will you!" I try to conceal my embarrassment, but I'm not even sure thats what it is, he is so...enthralling, my heart pounds deeply inside my chest. I'm surprised he can't hear it.
"Why are you in such a hurry Eva." His voice is smooth like velvet the way his tongue rolls over my name sends shivers up my spine, I am rooted to the ground my pink pouty lips rest parted slightly. Ransom traces them lightly with his finger, a sharp almost silent gasp shoots into my chest as I try to control myself from trembling with an arousal of nerves. Is it nerves or is it arousal? Oh god, it might be both.
Heat builds inside me.
Am I sweating?
I turn my head to the side and rest my cheek on my shoulder in an attempt to break eye contact with Ransoms intimidating stare, the smell of the sun lingers on my skin like salted caramel.
He places a finger under my chin and turns my face back to him, brushing his mouth against my cheek as he brings it to my ear, "would you like to taste me?" He trails his tongue down my neck caressing my collarbone with his lips, "can I taste you?" He whispers softly as he licks my jawline slowly making his way to my lips where he stops at the corner of my mouth. His one hand placed on the small of my back, the other resting in the waistband of my bikini bottoms.
Say something Eva.
Say no.
Say yes.
Fucking hell, speak.
He skims the top of my pussy, just above my opening. Half a millimetre and his finger could glide inside me with ease.
His finger twitches down resting lightly on my slit, unable to control the squeaking gulp that emits from my throat. It appears that I have forgotten how to breathe.
I can feel my cunt wetting with each passing second.
I want him but I don't.
"I'll be seeing you, Eva." He removes his hand and lips from my body, leaving the space cold and fervently yearning for more, but before I can gather my thoughts and process what just happened he disappears into the wooded area that shields the lake.
Leaving me infatuated, gasping for breath.