Page 2 of The Chemistry of Us

All of it.

Especially him.

With an overconfident arched eyebrow, he narrowed his stare at me, standing there wearing nothing more than a mischievous smirk. I swear, whenever I was around this guy, he screamed sex. It radiated off him; he had this cocky demeanor—again, not even trying—which was so annoying I wanted to commit a crime.

I slowly licked my lips, my mouth suddenly becoming dry. For a moment, I felt like I was under his spell. His gaze instantly followed the movement of my tongue, and I subconsciously took a step back, folding my arms over my chest to stand my ground.

I shook my head, ridding myself of the uneasiness I was immersed in from his intimidating composure that unexpectedly seemed to loom over mine.

“Ugh!” I spewed. “You’re still absolutely horrible. How about you learn how to humble yourself a bit?” I shrugged. “Never mind, that would take intelligence, and we both know you lack that in spades.”

He scoffed out a chuckle.

“Am I amusing you?”

He grinned. “You always did.”

Mirroring my posture, he folded his arms over his broad chest, and his pleased expression didn’t falter. I tried like hell to ignore how his stance only emphasized his towering, strong build.

He abruptly cursed under his breath before adding, “I have to meet my new tutor, and she’s fucking late. Why can’t anything go right today? Ah, yes, it’s just the curse of you. Perfect.”

He sidestepped me, but I chimed in, “Oh God,” when I immediately realized our predicament.

Not missing an arrogant beat, he gloated. “Women usually say that when they’re riding my cock, Cinderella.”

I glared at him again, begging the frustrating tears not to fall just like I begged the universe to be wrong.

“You’re the guy? You’re Charles?”

The understanding of what I asked was now clearly written across his face as his eyes widened in sharing, “Vaughan is my middle name.”

Our gazes darted toward the piece of paper in my hand that contained the name of the student I was supposed to tutor for the summer.

Charles A.

He stared.

I stared.

And then he damned us both by uttering a blunt whisper of…

“Shit.”

CHAPTER 2

VAUGHN

Now

She was prettierthan I remembered but more damaged than I was, and she still stared at me like I was the devil himself.

Maybe I was.

However, she had no clue the shit I was going through, not one hellish clue. Nobody did. Having to deal with my father and then my coach that morning about my grades and how I needed to get my GPA up or else… And now having little Miss Fucking Sunshine in my face wasn’t helping the anger issues they kept riding my ass for.

“This isn’t going to work,” she stated the obvious.

“No shit.”

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