Page 53 of Look What You Made Me Do

With a yawn, I stretch and open my eyes, reaching over to grab my phone so I can turn the alarm off.

The room is flooded with bright light and I realize I must have opened the curtains at some point. When? I search my memory, remembering the masked man from last night. When he popped up, the curtains were closed. I know that for sure, because he was cast in shadow, except for a tiny sliver of light that was peeking in.

And I didn’t touch the curtains after he left.

I sit up, blinking, and see Lucas sitting in a chair that he must have pulled in from the patio. It had to come from there because my place isn’t even big enough for a little breakfast table. I usually just eat on my bed while I’m watching something on my computer.

He’s leaning back in the chair, arms crossed over his chest, and he’s glaring at me like he’s pissed. His eyes drop from my face to my breasts, and that’s when I realize I’m completely naked. I reach for a pillow to cover myself up. For a second I wonder how he got in, but then I remember I gave him a key.

“Where the fuck have you been?” I ask.

His electric blue eyes wander over me, and I don’t know why, but it feels like a critique somehow. “I stepped out,” he says like he’s annoyed I’m even asking.

“Obviously,” I say, narrowing my eyes. “Andconveniently, I might add.”

His mouth tightens, and he returns my glare. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

He must think I’m an idiot. He comes here to “guard” me, then suspiciously disappears right before the stalker shows up? Ishemy stalker? The second that thought pops up, I dismiss it. He hates me. I can see the disdain in his eyes even now.

But…maybe he’s helping my stalker? It would make sense. Why else would he agree to babysit me, unless he wanted to make it easier for this guy to come and go?

“Are you helping him?” I ask, purposely giving him no context whatsoever.

“Himwho?” he asks, his brows pinched together in confusion.

I scoff. So it’s going to be like that. “Go ahead, deny it. Whatever.”

Grabbing for the comforter, I pull it around me and walk over to my dresser to grab some clothes—panties, a bra, short shorts, and a pink tank top—then lock myself in the bathroom.

My first instinct is to step into the shower and wash the previous night off my body, but the memory of the masked man’s words come flooding back…

You’ll wear my cum all day tomorrow like a badge of honor…Do you understand?

It galls me that he feels like he can dictate what I do, but honestly…I have enough shit going on, I don’t need to incite this asshole’s anger, too.

When I emerge from the bathroom a few minutes later, fully dressed, Lucas is leaning against my kitchen counter, arms crossed over his broad chest, scowling at me. There are two paper coffee cups and a couple of pastry bags on the counter next to him.

“You can leave,” I say, grabbing my phone and a water bottle from the fridge. “There’s really no point in you being here when you’re just going to fucking disappear in the middle of the night anyway.”

As I’m shutting the fridge, his hand darts out, and he grabs my wrist. “Where are you going?”

I blow out a frustrated breath. “I’m going to class,” I say, annoyed. “You know, that higher education thing we all pretend to do here? Some of us can’t afford to just fuck off.”

I mean, damn, half the buildings on campus were built by the West family, going back several generations. The newest building, in fact, sleek, beautiful made of steel and glass is named after Lucas’ dad—the Jonathan West Building of Physics. Even one of the campus residence halls is theirs.

“I’ll take you to campus,” he says stoically.

I pull my hand out of his grip and point at him. “No, you won’t. I can make it on my own.”

The only reason I wanted him here was to prove I wasn’t losing my mind. But he’s already proven himself useless in that regard.

I don’t fucking need him–especially since I suspect he’s in on this Gabriel weirdness.

“There's a meeting at Rush House tonight for all active members,” he says.

“Fine,” I say, shoving my water bottle into my backpack before slinging it over my shoulder. “I’ll stop by after my classes.”

And then maybe I can talk to the other Sacred Sons about the absolute absurdity of having this fool shadow me…

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