Page 59 of Divine Obsession

Maybe I would.

Advancing towards them, my focus went back up to her face.

Fuck, she was pretty. With soft brown eyes, caramel hair, and a sweet expression that I was sure would bring me to my knees.

Natalia. In that tiny cheerleading uniform, I just wanted to lift her up and fuck her against the lockers.

She waved at the girls before quickly heading behind the bleachers to leave her stuff there.

She walked in and didn’t even see me.

It would’ve made me laugh if for some reason it didn’t piss me off.

Changing direction, I headed to the other end of the bleachers. Everyone else was too busy warming up to notice either of us.

She was the first person I looked for when I walked into a room.

No. Scratch that. I felt her before I even saw her.

And she didn’t. Even. Acknowledge me.

The moment I stepped into the shadows behind the bleachers, she saw me though.

She halted, about halfway already, and I silently made my way towards her, my onyx eyes darker than my soul.

“Hi,” She breathed out, and I knew her heart was beating just as fast as mine. Knew all she could think about was what happened earlier in Davis’ class.

“What are you doing here,amai?”

“I’m here for the game?” She replied in a sarcastic tone, raising a brow. Blood rushed to my dick knowing she always made it a point to humble me. Least she was thinking of me.

Stepping closer, I nodded understandingly;sarcastically. “Leave.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

She scoffed. “Why?”

Another good question. Another one I couldn’t answer.

Not because I didn’thavean answer, but because said answer would probably scare the fuck out of her.

It was on the top of my tongue.

If she left, so would I. We’d leave together. Zach would take over tonight’s game. I’d get Natalia in my car and drive until we were alone, and she was begging me to take what she knew was mine.

“I can’t justleave.” She whisper-yelled, throwing a worried look over her shoulder. It wouldn’t be a great look for either of us to be caught together behind the bleachers.

“Yeah? Why’s that?”

She raised her chin, straightening her posture. “I’m the new cheerleading vice-captain.”

“Are you now?” I murmured, hooking my finger around the hem of her skirt and pulling her into me.

“Yeah.”

“Hm,” I hummed in agreement, dragging my knuckle along the margin of her skirt, sending goosebumps along her lower stomach. “I see…”

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