"Hello, Miss Sawyer."
"What do you want?" Peyton asked.
Dan just showed up in her room, unannounced. Uninvited. Typical Dan Scott.
"Oh, I think you know," Dan told her in a threatening tone. "About Lucas…and the fire. Ring any bells?"
"We already told you what happened. Lucas saved you Dan" Peyton said firmly. "Okay? He saved your unthankful ass."
"I'm still not so sure about that," Dan returned in that smug attitude of his. "I mean, sure, he might have saved me. But who's to say he didn't try to kill me first?"
"Hmm…gee. Well that doesn't quite make sense now, does it?" Peyton said sarcastically.
"He's lied to me before," Dan said. "He's lied to everyone before. Now he's lying to himself," Dan shook his head, that evil smirk on his face.
"Okay, you can go now," Peyton said sternly as she crossed her arms. "This house isn't insured, and who knows when that arsonist will strike your sorry ass again."
"Oh, so Lucas is coming over?"
Peyton stared him off as Dan's wicked face grew some more. She didn't have time for his shit. Any of it.
"I have a proposition for you," Dan said after a long pause.
"Oh, please do tell," Peyton remained sarcastic as she tried not to fall to Dan's intimidation.
"I'll leave Lucas out of this… out of the whole investigation, the whole thing. But you have to do something for me."
"What?" Peyton asked, rather scared.
"Sex."
"What?!"
Peyton squealed at Dan's offer; still staring him down as his face showed no signs of kidding.
"I ca-- You ca--"
Peyton stopped and started. He had to be dreaming, didn't he?
"No way, you creep!"
"Okay," Dan nodded his head. "Just remind Lucas about the whole soap thing. You know, I here they make the pretty boy the bitch in there."
More threats, and almost a form of blackmail.
"You have nothing against Lucas. The cops still don't even have one suspect, and they're never going to believe you."
"You're right. I am a car salesman, right? Who does?"
Dan chuckled, but Peyton was still pissed off as all hell at him and his jokes.
"Besides, other than breaking and entering into my dealership the week before the fire, I've really got nothing, huh?"
Fuck!
"Lucas, why did you do that?" Peyton thought.
"Now… about the sex," Dan looked at her with intent.
Peyton began to unbutton her shirt in defeat, muttering words to herself as she done so.
"I see you want me, anyway" Dan said, pointing over to Peyton's wardrobe doors.
Both were open, and the names of Brooke's "Boy List" thingy were still clear on the doors.
Dan saw his name under Peyton's side.
"Oh, God, Brooke," Peyton said, wishing her friend had never written that stuff.
"Brooke done that," she told Dan. "I hate you," Peyton maintained bitter eye contact with the man.
"Oh, well," Dan shrugged with not a worry in the world – that smile returning as Peyton had finished unbuttoning and dropped her shirt to the floor.
"Just think of me as that Jagielski kid. Jake, is it?"
Peyton nodded her head lightly as Dan approached her.
He took a firm hold of her hips and suddenly thrashed her backwards onto her bed.
Within a matter of seconds, Dan had flopped out his dick and was pulling Peyton towards him on the edge of the bed.
He wrenched down her jeans in one motion, then her underwear – both down to her knees.
By this time, Dan's dick was as hard as could be, and before Peyton could recover herself, he was fucking her cunt like a madman.
Peyton lay there on her back, her entire body jolting with the thrusts, picturing Jake.
She tried to think about the first time they made love. She tried to think of Jake's breath; his gazing eyes, and his arms as they passionately made love and gave foreplay.
But all that thinking was useless. Peyton couldn't get the visual of Dan out of her head.
And it wasn't his looks that made her uneasy – after all, he was a DILF like Brooke said – but rather the idea of this man. He was just about pure evil… as close you could get without having committed murder.
"Oooh! Jaaaake!" Peyton screamed.
Dan knew her game, and he could play it to.
"Oh, Miss Davis! Oh, Miss Davis!"
The two went on for another minute before Peyton gave in. It was no use, and Dan was a cunning bastard. He made her pretending futile.
"Are you even wearing a condom, you sick fucker?"
Dan chuckled some more.
"I came prepared, yes."
He had fitted one on before he even got into the room – that's how confident he was in this.
Dan then pulled a mobile phone from his pocket.
He still thrust away into her as he hit a few digits and brought the mobile up to his ears.
"It's ringing," he told Peyton would a grin.
Peyton's eyes opened wide.
"Who are you calling?!"
"Shhh. Ssshhhhshhh"
Peyton wanted to rip that smile off his face!
"It's for you," Dan bent over, grabbing Peyton's head and pulling it forward and upwards with his left hand, while using his right to hold the phone against her face.
All this time he still fucked away.
At least Peyton took pride knowing it would be damaging his confidence and arrogant nature that she hadn't made one moan yet. Barely a whimper.
As Peyton heard the phone line on the other end pick up, she readied herself for the worst.
She really didn't want to do this, but Dan had a powerful grasp on her, and when he wanted the phone conversation to be over is when it would be over.
A "Hello?" came through to Peyton's end.
Peyton recognized the voice immediately.
"Hi," Peyton said nervously to the other end.
END OF CHAPTER ONE
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