Page 10 of Look What You Made Me Do

Lux blows out a breath. “Text methe secondyou wake up in the morning, so I know you’re okay.”

“I will, I promise.”

As soon as I hang up, I peel my dress off and fling it aside, then find my sweats and a t-shirt and tug them on.At last.There’s nothing better than putting comfy clothes on after a night out.

After washing my face and brushing my teeth, I walk over to my bed. The gardenia is still sitting there, creepy-like. Picking it up quickly, I toss it in the trash under my sink, then turn the lights off and crawl into bed.

For a second, I just lay there, blinking up into the darkness, my thoughts swirling around the flower. Who could have left it?Not my parents. That’s not something either one of them would do. But I don’t know who else it could have been.

Eventually, my thoughts stray from the mysterious flower to Lucas West, king of the assholes. I can still see him in my mind’s eye, looking down at me with fury in his eyes. As angry as I am with him, that look in his eyes turned me on a little. It’s fucked up and confusing, but it’s the truth.

Maybe I’m so sex-starved that just about anything is a turn-on right now. That could be it, right?

Reaching over to my nightstand, I open the drawer, fish out a razor blade, and my vibrator. The vibrator is big and girthy and exactly what I need to take the edge off. The razor blade is to deliver that sharp spark of pain that I now crave before I come. It’s something I picked up after my initiation.

Flinging the covers off, I pull my sweats and panties down and imagine Lucas West fucking me with that thick cock I felt through his slacks. With one hand on the vibrator, and one hand on my breast, I pinch my own nipple as hard as I can.

With just a few strokes, my body tightens, and an orgasm slams into me, which just goes to show how on edge I’ve been. Electric heat ripples through me like lightning, and with Lucas’ face in my mind’s eye, I buck against the dildo that’s buried in my pussy, prolonging the pleasure.

When it’s all over, I’m panting and sagging against my pillows. It takes me a second to gather myself, but eventually, I get up to wash the dildo and then clean myself up. By the time I climb back in bed, I’m completely spent, and this time when I close my eyes, sleep comes easy…

A delicatepingwakes me up from a dead sleep. Blinking, I glance at the clock on my nightstand. I have three precious minutes until my alarm goes off, so I roll over and adjust my pillow. But thirty seconds later, there’s another ping, and I give up, throwing my covers off.Ugh.I might as well get up now. Sitting up, I reach for my phone. The ping was a text from Lux.

ARE YOU ALIVE?!?!

I laugh and text her back immediately, assuring her that I survived the night. Considering her past, I shouldn’t have involved her last night, but in the moment, I didn’t know who else to call. Now I’m going to pay the price, though. Now, Lux is going to be paranoid about me living alone, and I’ll never hear the end of it.

I get all my bathroom stuff done, throw some makeup on, and a cute little summer dress I’ve been saving. It’s finally warm enough to wear it. It’s moss green with little white flowers, and it makes me feel beachy.

Grabbing my backpack, I lock my door, double-checking to make sure it’s locked and then I head over to my building manager’s apartment. She answers the door with a friendly smile, her graying hair pulled back in a ponytail. A tiny dog barks at me from behind her ankles.

I perk up with my own smile. “Oh, hey, um, I’m in 2A and something weird happened last night. When I got home, there was a flower on my bed. Do you know anything about that?”

She scrunches her nose and looks genuinely perplexed, assuring me that no one has been inside my apartment. She throws out a few theories, but ultimately, none of them really sound plausible. Have I given my key to a neighbor? Have I had any work done inside the apartment? No, on all counts. So weend up chalking it up to a weird anomaly, and I promise to let her know if it happens again.

From there, I head over to my Communication Research class. I make my way to the back of the small lecture hall, to my usual seat. But as I weave through the isles, I see something sitting on my desk. It looks like a crumpled piece of paper, but as I get closer, I realize what it is, and my stomach drops.

It’s a white flower.

I pause, mid-step, staring at it.

No.

This isn’t possible.

Swallowing, I look around, scanning every face. But no one is looking at me, no one is even paying attention to me.

“Who put this on my desk?” I practically yell, pointing at it.

We don’t have assigned desks, but I sit here every Tuesday and Thursday. Everyone knows that.

Several heads turn in my direction, and they look at me like I’ve lost my mind. They don’t answer me. And eventually, they just go back to whatever they were doing.

Fuck this.

Turning on my heel, I rush out of the lecture hall, my breath coming in gasps. Once I’m out in the hall, I glance around. No one is watching me. No one even looks remotely suspicious.

Who is fucking with me?

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