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He scoffed, like the question was absurd, revealing his true colors underneath. “What makes you think I have a problem, Palmer?” The use of my last name only fueled the irritation simmering through my veins. Our last names were used during fights, sports, and coaching in general. It was a way to distance yourself from someone. I thought we were past that.

“Don’t play dumb with me. I’m not as stupid as you think.”

He stood abruptly, taking his food with him. “I have some work to do. I’ll see you tonight.” Without another word, he spun on his heels and made his way out of the room, leaving me to my warring thoughts.

A growl of frustration slipped from my mouth. But that was fine. I had the perfect person I wanted to take my frustration out on.

It was time to pay Foster a visit.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Monroe

Maybe my actions were unreasonable; I had no right to feel the way I did, but the jealousy was still there, nonetheless. As soon as Aspen went back to the academy—which I assumed she would—meant that she’d be my student again. The fact she was a former student was also bad enough. Overall, Rocky was a good kid and would be great for her. She didn’t need me complicating her life. There was no future for us, but I couldn’t shake thisurge.The urge to pin her down and fuck her over the dinner table, or to sneak into the bathroom while she was showering and take her right there. My infatuation with this girl was barbaric and completely out of character for me. She deserved a life where she could just be a young adult, not having to worry about me getting in trouble for my own selfish desires.

The sounds were still imprinted into my mind, causing my heart to thump a little harder than usual. The screams, the moans, the heavy breathing. These walls were thin, allowing me to hear every single thing that happened, which was a gift and a curse. It only reminded me of when I had her at my will, her body shaking while I drove into her countlessly.

My cock strained against my pajama pants, aching to be inside the girl I wasn’t allowed to have. This was the purest form of torture. Green eyes peeked over at me, invading my headspace; eyes I’d never be able to forget. From the moment she stepped foot in that academy, I was screwed. Slipping my hand beneath my waistband, I gripped my throbbing member, working my hand in an up and down motion.

It didn’t matter how many times I told myself she was off-limits, or how many times I kept my distance; there was no doubt in my mind that this was going to end badly. How much longer could I stay away from her?

My chest rose and fell in rapid succession as I fantasized about the girl who only slept a door away. It didn’t matter what I felt; nothing was going to change. That didn’t stop me from picturing her down on her knees before me though. She would look up at me, peering at me through those bright green eyes I couldn’t seem to get out of my head. Her gaze would be challenging, never one to submit. I knew she’d take me all the way to the back of the narrow little throat too. The thought was enough to have a growl ripping from my chest.

After she swallowed my cum, I’d take her on the kitchen table. Not caring who heard as I plowed into that tight little pussy over and over again. Her tits would bounce wildly with each thrust, her hands gripping the edge of the table for support like she’d done with my desk. Until finally, we both let go.

A hiss left me as my hot seed coated my hand, shooting across my thighs and painting them with the off-white color. Sighing, I leaned my head back against my headboard. I couldn’t keep doing this. The fantasies only made me want her more, but how could I stop when she’s all I thought about?

Grabbing a tissue from my nightstand, I cleaned myself up and then tugged my pants back over my hips before tossing the tissue in the trash. My hands ran through my hair, frustrationeating at me from the inside out. My hand would only work for so long, and even now, it was losing its power.

Aspen was seated at the island when I entered the kitchen, a cup of coffee resting between her dainty hands. She turned, glancing over her shoulder, her piercing eyes digging into my soul. The girl was magnificent. With how petite she was, it was surprising that she had any meat on her bones at all, but she did. All in the right places.

“Can I ask you for advice?” she questioned, slicing through my thoughts, and making me feel like an ass.

Clearing my throat, I nodded and ventured toward the other side of the island to fix myself a drink. I poured two glasses and pushed one toward her which she seemed to find amusing if the small breath of laughter was anything to go by.

“I don’t think Rocky will be messaging me anytime soon,” she began. “And I’m still all in with getting revenge on the guys. I want them to pay, Monroe. More than I’ve ever wanted anything. Will youpleasehelp me?”

Working up close and personal with Aspen didn’t sound like a good idea. I was already struggling as it was and didn’t know how much longer I’d be able to hold off. But how could I leave her out in the cold like that? Especially when she was practically begging me.

Lifting my glass to my lips, I took a long swallow of the amber liquid, allowing it to coat my throat and chest. My teeth sunk into the inside of my cheek as my mind worked to think up a decent response.

These guys have tortured her, belittled her, stole from her, nearly killed her, and she survived. Now, she was sitting here asking for my help in her little revenge scheme. My initial reasons for not being on board with it from the beginning were entirely selfish. I didn’t want her to end up dead, but she was an adult. If this was what she wanted, who was I to stop her?

“What did you have in mind?” I questioned, setting my glass back down.

Her lips parted in surprise, almost like she hadn’t expected me to agree. Once she composed herself, she took her own drink of whiskey and then situated herself in her seat so that her posture was straight.

“I’m not a murderer,” she started. “As much as I want those fuckers dead. But I do want them to suffer.”

“I know these boys well,” I admitted. “They’ve been fighting for me for years and I’ve heard many of their conversations. I’ll help you, but it won’t be a walk in the park.”

Her face lit up instinctively, and she jumped out of her seat. Before I knew what was happening, she was rounding the island and throwing her arms around my neck. A grunt of surprise left me as she pressed her body firmly against mine, the feel of her breasts and heat between her legs almost enough to make me buckle.

Reluctantly, I returned her embrace with my heart hammering so hard, I was certain she could feel it.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

When she pulled away, relief skittered through me. This was a bad idea, but I couldn’t exactly turn around and tell her to fuck off. Not when she was that excited over it. I didn’t even know what helping her entailed. Keep her from getting killed? I’d do my best on that front. It wasn’t like I could follow her around campus like some deranged stalker/bodyguard.

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