CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Devon had been good to Alex, at least at first. On the first date, he'd paid for everything, although Alex hadn't known how he'd been able to afford it.
He didn't have a job, at least as far as Alex knew. Yet he would bring her flowers, or chocolates, or balloons, oftentimes in the middle of a school day.
It was only later that Alex realized he'd almost always given her those gifts with an audience present.
At fifteen, Alex had only kissed a few boys. She knew about s*x from reading romance novels, but she didn't know that some boys could turn your head to the point that you'd do whatever they asked.
Devon was good at that. When Alex was over at his house one night, he squeezed her breast out of the blue. They hadn't even kissed with tongue yet. Then, before Alex coul
