Page 18 of Desperate Valentine

“It doesn’t get any better. I’ll still be just as annoying.”

“Yeah, well now I know what other things your mouth is capable of doing, so I might be able to look past it.”

“Jeez, thanks.” I chuckle as I start my car and close my door.

I roll the window down as he stands there staring at me. “Can I help you with something else, sir?” My biting tone would have frozen over Hell .

“What are you doing later?” he asks.

“Buying a bed,” I chuckle.

“Or…”

“Or…what? You want me to stay in yours again?”

“Well, it’s not a bad idea.”

“I still need a bed, Jude.”

It’s definitely not a no. I’d never really say no to some good dick wrapped in red flags.

“Text me when you’re done. I’m sure we can find something to do…”

“Maybe I already have things to do.”

“I really don’t think you do. Besides—I did you a huge favor.”

“I already offered to help you, financially. If you think that means you’re entitled to more, you’re wrong.”

His arm shoots through the open window and wraps around my throat. “Entitled? You didn’t seem to mind my cock buried inside you last night. You’re putting so much effort into denying it, little leopard.”

“What is wrong with you?” I moan, desperately trying to ignore the throbbing in my clit.

“I think you already know the answer to that.” He finally lets go, and I gasp.

“You’re fucking insane!”

There’s no way in hell I’m letting him know just how incredibly turned on I am right now. My mind is flooded with flashbacks of last night.

“Text me,” he says, as I rev the engine.

He stands there, watching me back out, so I make sure to flip him off as I drive away.

***

“I can’t believe this is real life,” Mila says, plugging her phone into the car charger.

We decided it would be best if she caught a ride to campus with me. I’m sure riding with Gunner would make it pretty obvious.

“I mean, I know Blaise had it coming to him but—” I start to say.

“No, that guy was fucked in the head. Not only was he just weird but, he snuck into your fucking dorm room! He deserved what he got.”

“I’m just scared that the wrong people will find out.”

“There’s only us. Gunner and Jude won’t say a word—they’re the St. Valentines butchers, in fact.”

My entire face drops and my eyes widen. I press on the brakes and pull over to the side as a whirlwind of anxiety hits me all at once.

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