Page 83 of Lovers Fate

I open the door forcefully that the asshole in question almost falls face forward when I step back.

“Shit,” he mumbles.

His light brown hair sticking up at all angles from him probably tugging on it. He’s tall and then I narrow my gaze recognition hitting me in full force.

This asshole was sitting next to Kevin the other night at the burger joint.

He straightens, glancing at Rose sleeping and then at me. “Is there anyone you’re not fucking?”

Ah, this must be the boyfriend. The high school sweetheart

I push him back with the palm of my hand out into the hallway. “What’s it to you if I was,” I snip, looking at my black-painted nails.

He crosses his arms scrutinizing me with his gaze like I’m shit beneath his shoe. “Maybe because she’s, my girlfriend.”

“She never mentioned you last night,” I lie. Let him think whatever he wants.

He may look like the cute boy next door type but I know who he hangs out with. This guy screams asshole from every hole in his body.

This is the type of guy who wants his cake too. I don’t need to know him to figure that out. I can see it in his face.

“You go here?”

I adopt a clown like smile. “Would it make a difference if I did or didn’t?” I lick my top lip slowly like I just finished sucking.

His eyes widen. He must see it in my eyes because I feel it in running through my veins. The need to experiment just to piss him off. Rose told me she doesn’t want to be with him. Not really and I can tell why. Nick is a selfish prick.

“You can’t be here if you don’t go here?”

“She needed me to come,” I say slowly letting him read between the lines.

Flashes flitter through my mind. Dark hair sliding through my fingers. Soft lips between my legs. I almost come on the spot thinking of how soft they would feel.

He pins me with a hard stare. “What the fuck do you want with Rose?”

“Whatever .The. Fuck. I. Want.”

Someone needs to put this asshole in his place. He acts like he owns her when I know he is too busy hanging out with his stupid friends. He doesn’t care about her because if he did, he would notice sick fucks like that professor that followed her to the bar.

Footsteps echo from the stairs and I know that’s his cue to leave.

His eyes dip to my chest and I forgot that I’m not wearing a bra under the thin tank I’m wearing as he smirks and walks away.

Dick.

I wait for him to leave before I head back inside, pushing the anger away to deal with later. I’m positive I’m not the only one he has looked at that way but I need to stay under the radar. Too many people have seen me around, curious to know where I came from.

“Was someone knocking on the door this morning?” Rose asks eyeing me curiously.

“Oh, I didn’t want to wake you,” I say truthfully smoothing the lie over. “It was no one. They apologized. Wrong room.”

I didn’t want to tell her it was that Nick came to see her for some reason. Something in me told me that she was hungup on him and that needed to change. She needs to see who he really was underneath because I’m positive there are things she doesn’t know.

“So what’s your favorite meal of the day?” she asks taking a sip of her coffee.

She wanted to stop for coffee at a small café on the edge of campus. She gave me a small tour on the way. The university is nice. New with faux architecture features making it seem like it’s a gothic revival. I guess it was smart to build it this way instead of a modern building. It would have stuck out and not had the same charm.

The good news that the café is not as full. I’m sure during the week when classes are in full swing there isn’t a table available.