Page 82 of Explosive Prejudice

He nodded enthusiastically, and once again, my heart missed a fucking beat at his priceless smile.

Shay-Lee

After parking my G-Wagon at the school parking lot, I snapped a quick photo showing the bags of food I bought and hit Send. While waiting for Diesel to reply, I looked at the selfie I sent him from when I waited in line to pick up our food. There was a No Smoking sign, and I thought it would be funny to take a picture next to it. Diesel hadn’t replied to that photo, but he did reply to the one I’d just sent.

Camilo: What’s that?

Me: Food.

Camilo: For how many people?!

Me: What do you mean? Just the two of us.

Camilo: Ain’t no way we can eat all that.

Me: You’re a big, big, BIG, boy. *eye-wink emoji* bet you’d have no problem finishing up.

Camilo: …

Me: Send me your location. I’ll be there in 5.

After Diesel shared his location, I shoved my phone into my Prada pouch, grabbed the bags, and got out of the car. Diesel probably had a point about me buying too much food, but I bet he was starving after repainting the walls we had covered less than a month ago. It was sick how fast the graffiti returned, completely covering the white walls.

Diesel was probably cursing up a storm at the school right now, expressing his hate for this stupid institution. Thinking about his hot temper and how quick he was to get angry sent bolts of excitement through my body. I was obsessed with the fire that burned behind his eyes and how fierce and dangerous he could get in seconds.

Diesel mentioned more than once that we shouldn’t cross the line to keep things between us as low-key as possible. He had a point, considering how our being together was dangerous and would cause nothing but heartache. Yet, being fully aware that Diesel having anything to do with me would fuck things between him and his family and would put him under my dad’s radar didn’t stop me from coming here today with the sole intention of making him mine.

Smiling to myself, I checked my phone for the time. It was nearly 6:30 p.m., which explained why the school stood empty. Good. It would give us more privacy. Maybe after I fed him, he’d let me suck his cock. I mean, who the fuck knows? Some men get softer on a full stomach. Maybe he was one of them.

I was almost at the back parking lot, where Diesel was supposed to be. Nearly skipping my way to him, I stopped at once when I heard a woman’s voice.

“It’s been quite some time since I last saw you alone,” she said.

Who was that?

“Maybe if you hadn’t put me into two months of detention, I would’ve had more time.”

That was Diesel. By now, I knew his voice better than I knew my own.

“Are you mad?” Her seductive tone had my body going rigid as my temper sparked. I took a few quiet steps toward them to see who Diesel was talking to. The moment I saw Mrs. Morrison standing next to Diesel, playing with her bleached hair and leaning way too fucking close to him, anger spread through me like wildfire, and my vision turned fucking red.

What the actual fuck?

Taking a step back, I leaned against the wall and swallowed hard as I tried to quiet down my raging thoughts to focus on their conversation.

“What do you want?” Diesel asked.

“You know exactly what I want,” she purred.

I bit my bottom lip so hard that I tasted blood to stop myself from going over there and yanking her the fuck away. But hold the fuck on. Focusing on her, I was completely missing the big point. Are Diesel and Mrs. Morrison screwing?

“I need to finish this job,” he said.

“Leave it.”

“Nah, I want to finish and go home.”

“You’re so cold. Is it because I neglected you?”

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