Page 41 of Cruel Legacy

I never heard an offer, and who is us? As if summoned from the depths of hell, the doors to the elevator slide open again, and I watch the other two stroll towards us.

“What’s going on here?” Pax asks, glowering at me.

I straighten to my full height and scowl right back. Finn pretends not to hear the animosity in his buddy’s voice and says with a cheerful grin. “Just saying hello to our neighbor.”

Our? No, no,no!This can’t be happening. But it is… I watch Pax walk over to the door next to Finn’s. A is definitely for asshole, and Holden is standing in front of Suite D, which is the one next to mine. “All of you live on this floor?”

“That’s right,” Finn says with a wicked gleam in his eyes. “We can’t wait to welcome you to the neighborhood, properly.”

I swipe my key and thrust my door open, slamming it closed behind me. I lean against it, trying to catch my breath. There are only four rooms up here.

How did I wind up being the only girl crowded in on all sides bythem?Some would call it a blessing. I think it’s a curse. I’m not averse to being the only woman on a male dominated floor. I just don’t want to be neighbors with them, because I foresee bloodshed in our future. I wonder what the process is for changing rooms.

I cross my living room to the sliding glass doors. I love my balcony. It overlooks the back of campus, where there’s nothing but trees as far as I can see. I love being able to sit out here and just enjoy the fresh air and sunset. It helps me relax.

I step outside and inhale deeply, letting the stress and the revelation that I’m boxed in by those jerks melt away. I can handle it. They stay away from me, I’ll stay away from them. Easy.

The soft swish of a door draws my attention to my left. Finn steps out and slides into the hammock he has hanging across the balcony. He’s shirtless, wearing board shorts and rocking a pair of sunglasses.

His thumb flies across the screen of his phone. Seconds later, death metal comes blaring out of some unknown location, ruining my tranquility.

I scowl at him as I climb to my feet. I’m pretty sure he knew I was out here. I go back inside and pray I don’t have to deal with Holden blasting music through the walls. I liked being up here with limited access and no nosy, giggly neighbors.

In the span of fifteen minutes, they’ve ruined it for me. I go to my bedroom and close the door, dragging a pillow over my head to muffle the noise I can still hear from the balcony.

Fucking Coxsuckers!

Chapter22

Holden

Ikeep to the trees and remain quiet while I watch. The first time I found her here, I could hear her laughter before I reached the end of the trail. I stomped through the brush, intent on running the trespassers off.

Then I saw who it was, and what she was doing. Our neighbor, the girl with the serious attitude problem, the one who makes my dick take notice, was skinny dipping inmylake.

No one hikes this deep into the woods unless there’s a party or a paint ball game going on, and nobody takes that path because it looks impassable. I even dragged extra tree branches and sticks over to cover the ground and planted shrubs just to make it look like an overgrown jungle. You have to actually go deeper into the woods, on the left -where there’s no trail at all- to find a clearer entrance. Yet somehow she’s found my oasis and claimed it as her own.

I’ve come out here twice since the first time I saw her. She was swimming naked each time. I’ve learned to stay quiet so she won’t see me, and I watch. She seems to love nature just as much as I do. That’s hard to find around here.

She dips down into the water, swimming a few yards before surfacing again. From here, it’s hard to see the water droplets on her skin, but I imagine they’re clinging to the pointed tips of her dusky nipples. She stretches, arching her back, her tits pointing towards the sky. Rotating her neck, she grabs her hair, pulling it over her shoulder to press the water from it. I quietly make my way over to another tree to get a closer look.

I love that she’s totally comfortable with her nudity. She’s finishing up her swim so she’ll be leaving soon. Once she starts getting dressed, I’ll hide deeper in the woods until she goes.

If this were anyone else, I’d erect a security gate to prevent them from coming here, destroying the ecosystem. Thea’s very careful about where she steps and doesn’t move anything from where I have it set up.

She climbs out of the water and walks towards the log where she dropped her stuff. She’s much closer now. I can see the dark patch of hair between her toned legs.

My mouth waters as she bends over to pick up her shirt. It’s been a long time since I’ve watched anyone like this. Most of the time it’s for a prank, or to do a job for someone. It’s never for me. Never for fun. Even now, I’m supposed to be documenting what she does so we can report back to Malcolm.

Does he really need to know she swims naked and that sometimes she flicks her tongue against her own nipples and fingers her pussy on the rock in the middle of the stream? I’m certainly not taking pictures of it.

It’s mandatory that we follow orders and I’ll report she went for a hike through the woods behind campus. But maybethiscould be my reward for all the shit I put up with. This could be my secret, just for a little while. I’ll tell Pax and Finn eventually, but just for an escape from all the things I have to do, this can be just mine.

She’s putting her jeans on, so I drag myself away, waiting for her to continue her hike. It’s hard to focus when my cock is hard and throbbing in my pants, begging for relief.

Trailing Thea has it on high alert. I’ll take care of it when I get back to the dorms. I wonder what she’d do if she knew I was following her. Stalking her like the prey she is. Would she hold her ground and order me to stay away? Call me degenerate, like I’ve heard whispered so many times before? Or simper in fright and run?

Confronting me would be the safer option, because the thrill of the chase… I’d catch her and the things I’d do to her would leave her broken at my feet. Finn’s in your face with the way he tests your boundaries. Pax leads with his temper. But I’m quiet. Reserved. Always fighting for control.

---