Page 4 of Owen's Heart

That's another thing about Janae. She is outgoing and has loads of friends she hangs out with all the time. She attempts to get me to go out with them. Sometimes I do, but most times, I hole up in my dorm room studying. The rest of my free time is designated for spending with Owen when he doesn't have his sports or fraternity meetings and working a few hours at the bookstore three days a week.

“What the hell?” Janae says, stepping into the pizza shop. She nudges me with her shoulder and points.

I glance up to see Chantel Washington all up in Owen’s face. What the hell is right? My blood begins to boil because of Chantel, the president of one of the most supercilious sororities on campus, which happens to be the sisters to Owen’s fraternity. I don’t use the word hate often, but I hate Chantel with a passion. She has her sights on Owen, whether he’s my boyfriend or not.

“Do you want me to grab her by her blond curls and snatch her away from your boyfriend? You know a Sistah got your back,” Janae says as she glares at Owen and Chantel, who is sitting at the table with some more of her sorority sisters and Owen’s frat brothers.

“No. Let’s just grab a table and ignore them,” I reply, not wanting to make a scene. Plus, I didn’t want to appear jealous every time I saw Owen talking to another girl. I never wanted to be that kind of insecure person. Even if I was boiling with jealousy on the inside at this moment.

In truth, what woman wouldn’t want Owen Clemonte? By far, he is the hottest and most liked guy on campus and, in my book, the most alluring. My body heats up every time I’m around him. I don’t know how I’ve held off giving my virginity to him this long because he makes me wet every time he gives me that charming smile of his. Every time I look into his sexy green eyes, I lose a bit of my control.

“Hey, Rania!” Owen’s friend Brad calls out to me just as Janae and I are grabbing a table.

When I glance over my shoulder, Owen and my gazes clash. His eyes light up. He jumps up from the table with his friends and strolls over in my direction. I give Brad a limp wave and attach a nonchalant smile to my full lips.

“Hey babe, I thought you were gonna stay in and study,” Owen says as he leans in to give me a soft kiss on my lips.

“I bet you did,” Janae replies before I can say anything. “I guess boys will be boys when their girlfriend isn’t around, huh?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Owen’s gaze slides over to my friend, giving her a narrowed-eye look.

“You know damn well what that means, Owen. You let that slut hang all over you like you don’t have a girlfriend. The disrespect is real, I tell you,” she huffs.

I suddenly decide I don’t even want to dine in. I rather take the pizza back to the dorm instead. “Janae, can you go ahead and order our pizza to go? I’ll catch up with you in a few,” I tell her pushing her towards the counter.

Janae glares at Owen before turning to me as she walks away. She gives me a knowing smile as she walks toward the counter.

“What got your girl’s panties in a twist?” Owen asks, settling his hands on my shoulder.

I shrug his hands off me instead of answering his question. “Go back and hang out with your friends, Owen. Janae and I just came in to grab a pizza, and then I’m going back to the dorm to study.”

“Why don’t you and Janae come and hang out with us?”

I glance over Owen’s shoulder to be met with the glaring blue gaze of Chantel’s and the rest of her minions.

“No, I need to get back and finish my essay along with more studying. I have a scholarship to upkeep. I can’t let my average drop, or I will lose it. You know that my parents don’t have the money to pay for me to be here.”

“I have money, Rania. You already know that anything you need and it’s yours.”

“That’s your inheritance from your grandparents, Owen. I’m not some charity case. I have money from working at the bookstore part-time three days a week.”

“I know how independent you are, sweetheart, but I’m your man, and I want to take care of you,” he says, leaning down to peer into my eyes. Amidst the college crowd, I get lost in his earnest gaze. Owen’s woodsy scent with an undertone of citrus cologne wafts through my nostrils.

My tongue swipes against my bottom lip, and Owen’s gaze follows the movement of my tongue. My nipples stand to attention under my University of Alabama tee shirt and press against the lacy material of my white bra.

“Don’t do that,” Owen’s voice becomes a low growl against my ear.

“Do what?” I gaze up at him, and my breath catches in my throat when he presses closer against me. I attempt to take a step back, but he follows me.

“You know what it does to me whenever you lick your lips, sweetheart. I want to—”

My hands grip Owen’s tank top. I don’t know what’s getting into me, but I want him to take me back to his dorm and make love to me right this instant. My will power about not having sex just went out the window.

Owen is still giving me that penetrating stare. My stomach muscle clenches, so does the core of my pussy. “Let’s get outta here. We can go back—” Owen starts when Janae walks up.

“I got the pizza! Are you ready to jet?” she asks, officially cutting off whatever Owen was going to say.

I breathe a sigh of relief and release my grip from clenching Owen’s tank top.

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