---- Bad mistake Yesterday, | was looking forward to tonight. But now that this happened, | was dreading it. | didn't know how things were going to go with Mr. Williams. How could | ever even pretend like nothing had happened? Like | didn't send my most intimate pictures to my crush's father? Like | didn't get wet when he texted me back and told me that | was sexy? | grabbed my macroeconomics textbook from my backpack and opened it up to the chapters that | needed to study for my college exam next Monday while trying to stop thinking about tonight. Because if | did, | would get nothing done. My phone, which | had intentionally placed facedown on the bed, buzzed. | gazed over at it, heart racing. One minute passed, then two, then | couldn't control the urge to flip it over and see Mr. Williams's name on the screen. ---- Mr. Williams: | look forward to seeing you tonight, Mila. | stared at the text with wide eyes and fanned myself. My God. What did | say to that? After deciding to ignore the text, | turned the page in my textbook and started studying. But | kept glancing over at my phone, sitting, waiting for him to send me another text. The screen lit up with a longer message. Mr. Williams: Are you ignoring me? | could just tell your father about those pictures if you want. As soon as | saw his message, | picked up the phone. Me: No! No, not ignoring you. Please don't tell my dad. Mr. Williams: It's going to be quite difficult to keep something like this from him, but another picture might make it a bit easier. ---- | pursed my lips together, core tightening. He wanted another dirty picture of me? 1... | couldn't. | placed my phone down and took a deep breath. | should call Ada; she would know what to do. | picked up my phone, ready to dial her number, but another text from him popped up. Mr. Williams: I'm sitting next to your dad in a meeting right now. ;) Fuck. Me: Okay, okay. Just give me a second. | scrolled through my phone, looking through all of the naked pictures of myself and trying to find one without my face in it because if this man was going to blackmail me, at least these pictures wouldn't have my face in them. When | finally selected one, | sat on my bed, finger hovering over the blue Send button. My knees bounced up and down. | squeezed my eyes closed and sent it. Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!