Page 12 of Broken Princess

“Sure.” He says, “Jordanna, if you need me; you have my number.”

I manage a tight smile and thank him, before letting Kassidy guide me to the couch.

Logan

If you’re putting on a show for your ex and she doesn’t react, did it really even happen? I know Jordanna must’ve seen us. It didn’t take much to have Amber squirming in her seat. A little pressure on her thigh, a caress of her knee, and she did the rest, rocking against my hand, searching for more contact and friction. Hell, just the idea of me touching her was enough to get her off. Jordanna should have run screaming from the room. Instead, she sat there like she didn’t even care.

Something tells me Bella’s presence is the reason she stayed. Jordy’s justifiably suspicious of anything involving her, so Bella’s hands on my body must’ve been a dead giveaway that there was something else at play. This is why I work better alone. Fucking Isabelle Lance always finds a way to mess shit up.

My dick was in my pants the entire time she was rubbing on me, and even when she brushed against it, nothing happened. One, I know she wasn’t interested in playing with it, and two, it wasn’t interested in making an appearance for her.

I’ve always been in control of the way I react to women.Until Jordanna. She’s the first and only girl who I’ve been unable to control my erection around. Even before I took that bet, I wanted her. Now I want something else. Scratch that, Ineedsomething else. I need to break her spirit. That’s the only way I’ll truly be able to see her as a pathetic plaything I’ve grown tired of. Because Jordanna, the fighter. Strong and regal. That shit just turns me on.

My phone chimes and I check the alert on my smartwatch before pulling the phone out to respond to Simon’s text about Prospectus. Before I finish typing, he sends another.

The girl. Are you sure this is how you want to handle this?

Tabitha has her suspicions. But Simon is the only person who actually knows the truth about how I feel about what I did. I can’t change up my strategy though. We haven’t painted a new target on her back, yet. But I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before Bella mentions it.

I don’t have a choice.

Okay, let me know if you need me to do anything

Simon’s got enough on his plate, dealing with Prospectus, and his own backstabbing classmates. It’s a full-time job for him to make sure no one rips off his tech and software ideas. I toss my phone on the bed and crack open a book. I need to get some studying done before this weekend.

An hour passes. I’ve read the same chapter three times and still can’t tell you what the hell it was about. My thoughts keep turning to Jordanna. We can never be together. I made certain of that last semester. Her being here is just going to remind me of what I almost had. Shehasto go. But how can I make her life miserable enough so she wants to leave, when a part of me hopes she stays?

She’s sitting in the furthest corner of the class behind Gredin. He turns and says something to her, stabbing his paintbrush in her direction. She smiles, shaking her head and he pantomimes shoving a dagger in his heart. I watch as she uses a marker to write something on his hand. He reaches into his pocket, and pulls out his phone. Did she just give that punk her number?

A murderous rage washes over me. I can’t do anything about it in class, so I take my frustrations out on my canvas. There shouldn’t be any smiles. Smiles mean she’s happy and if I’m not happy she damn sure doesn’t have any right to be.

Being with Jordanna did something to me. For the first time, Ifeltsomething. It’s a foreign concept for me to still have lingering feelings for someone, and it pisses me off that I’m the only one affected. She doesn’t get to just walk away and move on from me this quickly. Especially not with anyone at this school.

I haven’t given the tap for guys to go after her, yet Gredin’s pushing up on her already. That shit won’t last beyond today. I post a message on Prospectus.

Master and commander, no treaties for friends

Enough people will understand what that means and put the word out that Jordanna is off limits. Next, I send a text to my friends to meet me at the cafe. I know Bella’s gonna have some shit to say about my post.

They’re already in the booth when I show up, because I took my sweet ass time getting here. I grab my coffee and a donut before sitting, and when I slide into my seat they’ve gotten some of their usual bickering out of the way, so we can get right down to business. “Thanks for showing up on such short notice.”

Bella’s on the attack. “I’m assuming this emergency board meeting has something to do with that vague ass message you posted on your feed.”

“It’s not vague.” Hal says, ever the one to point out the obvious. “He’s letting us guys, and I guess certain girls, know Jordanna’s off limits.”

“I know what the hell it means.” She snaps before turning back to address me. “What I don’t understand is why you posted it. Who that bitch messes with is no longer you concern.”

This is the question I expected from her. That’s why I was late. I was in my room, coming up with a handful of responses I could give to certain questions they might ask.

“Whoeveryoneon campus messes withismy concern, and I can’t have anyone consorting with Jordanna. She’s still a problem, right?” Their silence lets me know they agree. “So it’s settled, we make sure there’s nowhere she feels welcome, or wanted. Otherwise, what was last semester all about?”

“I second that,” Tabitha chimes in.

Frankie’s body shakes with the intensity of his nod. “Logan’s right. Why did he work so hard last semester to take her down, if we’re just gonna let her be happy now? Seems like a waste of effort and a perfectly good bet.”

Hal gets on board because his best buddy and rival Frankie is. Bella, as always, needs to exact a pound of flesh before she’s satisfied. As much as I used to want to fuck her when we were freshman, I’m glad I never did. She’s got to be a miserable lay.

“Fine. But this time when we take little miss perfect down, she stays down.” Once again, I’m struck with just how much hate she has for someone she’s just met.

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