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“Ahhh, Miles. Right there. Right there!”

My steps falter.

What the fuck?

It takes every ounce of self-control I own not to kick down the door and demand to know what the fuck she’s doing. Those moans belong to me. Not that fucking assclown. I’ve half-turned before I realize and check myself.

“Eli?” The security guard saying my name brings me under control and I pick up speed and stalk away from the room. From her moans. From Arabella having sex with Miles Fucking Cavanagh.

“Is everything okay?”

I glance at the security guard keeping pace beside me. “Sure.”

“Was the girl in that room someone you like?”

I laugh. “Fuck no. It’s my—” My teeth snap together. Like fuck am I going to explain who she is. “No. If I never see the fucking bitch again it’d be too soon.”

Why are you lying? Just fucking admit that the moan you heard made your dick hard.

I shake my head, clearing the image of her spread out, legs wide, fingers dancing on her clit as she plays for me on the bed, out of my head. But I can’t shake the need burning in my veins, or the way my blood heats up at the thought of making her moan that way for me.

By the time we reach the room which houses my art project, I’m making plans. I’ve been easy with her so far. Her reactions have been that of someone who wasn’t sure about their body, but what I’ve just heard tells a different story. She’s not the hesitant little virgin she pretends to be, and I was a fool for letting her behavior make me start to believe otherwise.

My first instincts were correct. I have to remember who her mother is, that she is no different. The pair of them are only out for what they can get. That’s why she’s fucking Miles. His family comes from money, and I’ve already seen the gift bags he’s handed to her.

I stare at the marble in front of me, but I’m not seeing it. I see a blonde-haired, blue-eyed distraction, with a cupid’s bow mouth. Growling under my breath, I swing my bag off my shoulder and dig through it until I find the cell phone.

Me: How many times did you come? Did he use his mouth? His fingers? His dick? Tell me what he did to you. What did he have to give you for you to give up your pussy to him?

I hit send before I can change my mind and then spend the next god knows how fucking long berating myself for even giving a fuck about what she’s doing with someone else.

Chapter 59

Arabella

“Do you want to go down to the cafeteria, or shall I grab some sandwiches and bring them back up?”

I shift my head on the pillow beside him. “Can we eat here?”

“What do you want in your sandwich?”

“Cheese, if they have it.”

Sitting up, he taps pause on the laptop. “And if they don’t?”

I stretch. “Roast beef or turkey.”

“I won’t be long, and then we can finish our epic movie marathon.” He bounces off the bed.

Once he’s left, I look at the pile of black cardstock bats we spent the last few hours making. Not enough to fill the ballroom yet, but it’s a good start. Sliding off the bed, I check my main phone. There are two texts waiting for me. One from Amanda about her latest date with her boyfriend and another from Elena asking me to let her know if either Eli or I plan to come home.

Why does she think I’m talking to him? Is she that much in a dream world that she thinks we’ll magically get along after a couple of weeks at school together?

Shaking my head in disgust, I put my phone away and reach for the other one.

Unknown number: How many times did you come? Did he use his mouth? His fingers? His dick? Tell me what he did to you? What did he have to give you for you to give up your pussy to him?

Lips parting, I reread the message.

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