Page 6 of Piston

He’s spent eighteen years ignoring me, allowing his wife to emotionally hurt me, and a relationship between us is never going to happen now. I did, however, message the step-monster and threatened her, telling her to never to contact me again,and to ensure my father doesn’t either. Otherwise, I’ll send my father the video of her screwing my boyfriend in his bed. Then I blocked her number.

I’ll always be proud of myself for that—pathetic and sad, yes, but after years of having to keep my mouth shut for fear of living on the streets in New York, I deserved to finally get one over on her.

Chris has tried to contact me since, but I blocked his number, fed up with the constant calls and messages begging to let him explain, and apparently, it wasn’t what it looked like.

How could it not be what it looked like, seriously? He was screwing her ass, for Christ’s sake!

We’ve been on the same campus all semester, but I’ve, thankfully, managed to dodge him. The office guaranteed they wouldn’t give out my dorm number, especially after I told the woman why I didn’t want my room number given out, and gave her Chris’s name specifically.

Her eyes turned stormy before she determined that the security guard for my building would know all about Chris.

I quickly shower and change before shoving my hair into a messy ponytail, and grabbing my bag. I look around the small lilac-colored room, ensuring Elijah didn’t leave anything behind. I sigh, happy he didn’t, because I really don’t want to have to find him because—hello, awkward.

I lock up, and head down the stairs to grab a coffee first before my first class.

My end goal is to become an art teacher for the 4th or 5th grades, so I’m studying for my Bachelor of Fine Arts degree inart education. My father didn’t agree with this, so he refused to pay for my schooling.

He was hoping I’d become a lawyer or doctor or something, so he’d look good.

Ha, fat chance.

I love creating designs and pictures with all sorts of colors. It centers me, and I know teaching art will bring me happiness. My father’s reputation or community standing means jack to me.

I just have to make sure I don’t fall behind or lose my scholarship.

Hours later, I frown when someone knocks on my door. I’ve just walked into my room after five classes, including English I’m taking just in case I can’t find an art teacher position, and I’m tired.

Dog tired.

A vision of Elijah smiling up at me from between my legs before he sucked my clit into his mouth at three this morning hits me, and I bite my bottom lip. My clit throbs, and I instantly chastise myself for thinking of him again.

I slept with Chris several times throughout our relationship, after I gave him my virginity, and not once did he go down on me, and not once did he make me orgasm.

In one night, Elijah and I came roughly four times.

Damn.

Ignoring the wetness I suddenly feel dripping on my panties, I drop my bag and walk over to the door as the knock sounds again.

I open it.

My brows hit my hairline in shock, and I stutter, “E-Elijah?”

He smirks, his dark green eyes looking at me intently as he leans his palms against my doorframe, and I can’t help taking him in.

His dark blonde hair is messy on top, like he’s run his fingers through it several times, and it’s short on the back and sides.

His black t-shirt hugs his muscles nicely, making me want to run my fingers beneath it. What he’s wearing over it gains my attention, though, the patches standing out. That’s when I notice the leather for what it is, and I groan internally.

Ah crap, I screwed an MC brother? Seriously?

“Like the cut, Diamond?” he asks with a grin, a dimple popping out on his left cheek, making him look boyishly cute.

I sigh, leaning against the doorframe, and admit, “Not really, because now half the girls on campus are going to want to kill me. I’m pretty sure I passed one earlier, crying, because an MC brother refused to screw her again. And I’m guessing that was you….”

He chuckles. “Probably.” I narrow my eyes at him, but he shrugs and admits, “My showing you who I am and confirming my player status is not the reason why I’m here—and it’s Piston, by the way.”

I raise a brow, not shocked. He’s basically telling me to call him his road name and not his legal one; that is a privilege only for the woman he decides to settle down with.

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