Page 12 of Veil of Lies

A knock at my bedroom door woke me. It was early afternoon, but I’d not been sleeping well, no thanks to my noisy roommate from the other night. One minute I’d been reading about profit and loss statements, the next I was fast asleep.

It took me a few minutes to realize the knock was for me. It wasn’t until someone banged even louder and shouted, “Parcel for you” in an obnoxious voice that my head cleared enough to form a coherent thought.

“OK! Coming!”

I wasn’t expecting anything other than stuff from Michael, Dad’s lawyer. It was probably a mistake. No doubt some other student had mistyped their room number on the order page when requesting room delivery. Eh, whatever. I might end up with something interesting, like a new vibrator with 20+ settings. That I could get on board with. My libido was currently in fucking overdrive thanks to all the insanely hot guys I’d had the misfortune to cross paths with lately.

The mail guy handed me a box with the Amazon logo on it. I frowned.

“I didn’t order anything?”

He shrugged. “It has your room number on it. Is your name not ‘sexy witch’?”

“You’re fucking with me, right?”

The smirk told me he was, but when I peered at the label, he was right. That was indeed the name on the package. What the fuck?

“Look, the sender paid extra for room delivery, and in the absence of any other options, just take the package. If you decide you don’t want whatever it is, call Amazon customer services, yeah?”

I wasn’t given a chance to protest. By the time I’d looked up from the stupid label, he was halfway to the elevator. A girl from across the hall stared at me curiously from her doorway, so I hurriedly pulled the box close to my chest and slammed the door on her. Fucking nosy bitch.

The box sat on my bed for a full fifteen minutes while I made a coffee and procrastinated. Thanks to my nap, my mind felt marginally clearer, but I knew this was only temporary. The stress of the last few months had gotten to me. I was beginning to think I should just quit college and fuck off somewhere remote. Like an uninhabited island in the South Pacific. At least there I’d be left alone. Wouldn’t that be amazing?

But of course, I couldn’t do that. Not until after Dad’s trial, which would not be for at least 12 months, according to his lawyer. Maybe longer, who knew? So for now, I was stuck here, at this college.

I stared at the box while my mug of coffee steamed gently on the table. Whatever this was, I could deal. Hopefully, it wasn’t a sick trophy sent by a serial killer. Knowing my luck, that was entirely possible. I snorted to myself. Overactive imagination, much?

The outer box opened easily. Inside was a second box containing very expensive Bose noise-canceling headphones. The enclosed note said:

Next time, you’ll be the one screaming with pleasure, but for now, sweet dreams my sexy green-haired witch.

Harley ;)

My cheeks suffused with color and my pussy tingled with excitement. I couldn’t decide whether I was insanely turned on or homicidal at his arrogance.

Chapter 13

Harley

A flash of greenish hair caught my attention. It was enough to distract me from whatever bullshit Cassie was spinning in a bid to lure me back into her arms. She'd started crying dramatically when she realized I wasn’t listening, but I ignored her.

“Please, Harley! I love you!”

Fuck my life, that phrase made me want to vom.

Love? The only thing that girl loved was money and prestige, both of which she hoped to acquire by getting cozy with me.

“No, you don’t,” I snapped, on the verge of losing my ever-loving shit while trying to spot my little witch through the throngs of people heading outside. “Look, we had sex, it was fun, now it’s over. Fucking deal with it, yeah?”

“But…”

“No buts. I’m done with you. Move on, Cassie. I’m pretty sure Travis is interested. His family is fucking loaded. Consider it an upgrade.”

Her tears instantly dried up. “Really? He’s into me?”

I smirked. “Nah. Just kidding. He wouldn’t touch you with a ten-foot pole. He’s not that desperate.”

“I fucking hate you, Harley Jackson!” she shrieked before trying to slap me. Which I dodged with ease.

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