Page 46 of White Hole

“How did you—did he say something to Xavier?”

“It’s pretty obvious you two are a thing, honey,” Sharice said.

“Oddly, I think it’s going well.”

“Why ‘oddly’?” Sharice asked.

Squirming in my seat, I replied, “’Cause I don’t think we like each other. Or maybe he’s just always annoyed with me, and I with him.”

The girls grinned at me. “And… how’s the horse cock?” Marissa giggled.

“It’s, um. It’sgood.” My pussy tingled just thinking about our last encounter in the library. Halloween was the next evening, and I couldn’t wait to play with him again.

“I’m sure it is,” Sharice laughed. “What are you guys going to dress up as for the party tomorrow?”

“Oh. Damn, I hadn’t even thought about that. I’ve been focused on my test.”

The girls started talking about their costumes as I pulled out my phone.

Me

What are we wearing for the party tomorrow?

George

*We* are wearing something?

Yes, George. You invited me as your date. You forced me to sit in your lap all week like your property. That means we need to coordinate.

Princess Leia and Han

Sure. Do you have the stuff to make up a costume like that?

George didn’t respond. Disappointment rose within me the longer I stared at the blank phone screen. Everyone at the table was talking, laughing. I sipped my drink and tried to casually glance at my phone for any notifications.

“What’s wrong?” Marissa picked up on my mood shift.

Whatwaswrong? I shouldn’t like him. He infuriated me. His very presence set my teeth on edge. So why did I want him to text me back?

“Nothing,” was my chosen response. My eyes scanned the club. I wasn’t looking forhim, per se.

My throat constricted when I spotted Barrett Grant at a table across the club. His face triggered my memories: flashing red lights sparkling in the falling ice glitter and blood drizzling into my eye. The rest of my martini went straight down my throat as I tossed my long brown hair over my shoulder and stood.

Slinking through the shadows along the walls, I crept close enough to watch my nemesis with a pretty brunette woman. The two were making out near a table. I’d figured it out: if Barrett got away with a hit-and-run, that meant the mayor was involved. Which meant the mayor told the police to destroy the video evidence. So those whoprotect and servewere in on it, too. What if this went all the way to the chief of police?

How was I supposed toproveanything? Even my own parents didn’t believe me when I told them about the man who hit me. If the store on the corner still had their footage, I could start there. Go up and down Main Street to get Mr. Mayor’s son on video.

My legs motored to where Barrett was sitting. No plan had formulated in my mind, only rage and bitterness. Vague images of snatching the woman off his waist and punching him in the face flashed through the screens in my head. Advancing towards the table, my flowy top snagged on something, and my fury turned to the object holding the hem.

“George!”

“Where you going, princess? Trying to get yourself killed?” My body was moving towards the hallway near the bathrooms as George directed my shoulders with his gorilla paws.

“Please. He’s not even that big.”

“He’s got security, Sins.”

Peering around George’s ginormous body, a few men in black suits stood at the ready near Barrett’s table. My focus had been on taking him out, not on the others surrounding him.

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