Page 11 of The Bitterness of Venom

“Destiny,” she supplies.

Fate, cute.

“Destiny, I’m not really friend material.”

She plants her hands on her hips. “I think I’ll be the judge of that. Get in my car.”

I hide a smile and roll my eyes, following behind her.

Destiny welcomesherself into my apartment and space. Eating Jasper’s ice cream as we watchUgliest House in America.She peers over to me, spoon in her mouth. “What exactly was that back there? Are you into public humiliation or something?”

Usually, I would sayfuck no, but by the way my body reacted, I’m not so sure. So, I shrug.

“Look, I’m not judging, but I know Desmond. He’s…” She trails off, looking thoughtful. “Unhinged, to say the least. So, if that was against your will or he’s holding something over you, I can help.”

She can’t, but I don’t say that. Instead, I smile. “Would you like to help me get back at him?”

She smiles sinisterly. “What do you have in mind?”

SIX

My expensive-ass bedis hella uncomfortable. And the bombshell between my thighs, choking on my cock, moaning like a porn star, is doing nothing for me.

Wrong pouty lips.

Wrong annoying voice.

Wrong fucking hair.

I grunt, pushing her off my lap and onto the floor. My back fucking itches, my head, my legs. Fuck, even my toes. What the fuck is going on? I stand, grabbing my discarded shirt, tossing herskirt at her. “Out,” I bark.

Her eyes widen as she scrambles to put her skirt on. “Have I done anything wrong?”

Nothing other than not beingher.“I’m not in the mood.” I run my hands through my hair. Fuck, I itch.

I don’t wait to see if she leaves to barge out of my room and into the bathroom. Drenching my body in hot water that sears my flesh, but nothing stops the irritating itch on my skin. I don’t remember getting into anything at the party. I wasn’t drunk or anything. Maybe that girl brought something with her? I shiver at the thought.

Once I climb out of the shower and dry off, I strip my sheets and duvet. Pulling on some sweatpants, I go to the kitchen and grab some trash bags, bagging that shit up and tossing it in the dumpster behind the apartment.

As I walk in the apartment, I consider my sleeping options. My bed needs to be tossed and thrown out, so it’s the couch.

Or my pink-haired doll.

I shake that intrusive thought because, what the actual fuck?

Sighing, I lay down on the couch, pulling a blanket over me that I would rather not think about what’s on it.

I shift, the couch not comfortable one bit, but I have no choice.

I close my eyes, allowing the images of Blaise crawling on her hands and knees, swaying her delicious ass, to enter my mind. The way her eyes lowered in retribution made my dick hard as fuck. And when she took her shirt off, I thought it would be embarrassing for her. But her eyes held mine and I hated that everyone could see her that way. Pert little nipples visible through the barely-there material. Was that even considered a bra if I could see everything? I even saw a smattering of light freckles on her tits and had to control the urge to connect the little dots with my tongue.

But the high I experienced was better than any drug. I’dempty my bank account as long as I could have her under my thumb for the rest of my life.

I breathethrough my nose as I wait for the rest of the team to join me at the park for off-ice warmups in preparation for the upcoming hockey season. It’s five thirty in the morning and I would kill for an extra two hours of sleep. Today is about to remind me why partying during the season is a no-go. Jasper arrives first, but unlike his happy-go-lucky self, this morning he looks pissed, glare directed at me. Unfortunately, I have zero fucks to give this morning. I’m tired, my body aching from the couch and my skin inflamed from all the scratching. Not to mention, I look like I was in a fight with my black eye which is going to raise Coach’s suspicions. I’ll definitely be sitting in his office about this one.

We practice Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. On Mondays and Thursdays, we do an off-ice warmup of either jogging or lifting weights early in the mornings before practice. We have to stay in top shape. Be superior human beings in fitness and speed.

Once the rest of the team arrive, Elisha late as usual, we begin a jog. I’m not sure if my mood in written all over my face, but none of my team even attempt to talk to me.

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