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Russ comes out of the shower, raising an eyebrow. I shake my head and ask, “You wanna get some dinner?”

“Can’t,” he says, running a towel over his curls. “I have a paper I need to start on as soon as I get back to my room. Gonna be an all-nighter.”

“What subject?”

“Fucking Circuit Analysis.”

Russ is in school for Computer Engineering. Fucking brainiac. I’m good with numbers, so I’m getting my accounting degree. I’ve been coasting in all my math classes, but everything else is a fucking drag. Numbers make sense, everything else changes too much. But I’m riding a 3.5 GPA, so I’m happy.

“Can’t help there,” I say with a wince.

“It’s all good. I shouldn’t have left it until the last minute. Tomorrow I’ll be good to roll, though.”

“That works.” I clap hands with him and leave the locker room.

I’m trying to keep myself busy from thinking about Kerian, but I’m way ahead with all my homework. I don’t even have future assignments to do.

Vibrations from an incoming text buzz in my pocket. I try to ignore it as I head across campus, but it’s no use.

I quickly pull my phone out and look at the screen. I audibly gulp when I read the ominous message from Kerian.

Fucking Asshole: I’ll see you soon, Dimples.

ChapterEight

KERIAN

Drinking doesn’t really helpwith the irritation that pours through me from the phone call. I’d picked it up without really paying attention because I was so distracted with Zander. Hearing my mother’s voice is like an icepick through my skull. It’s not even anything important—her telling me how they watched my game and they wanted to know whathappenedand why Ilost. I can tell from her tone that she didn’t even want to call, butheinsisted she did so I could hear how much of a disappointment I was to both of them.

And like clockwork, her voice was interspersed with the sound of my dad bitching in the background about how he watched my reels and hesawZander. The second a slur spilled from his lips, I hung the phone up with the knowledge that if I heard much more, there was a very real chance I was going to do something I’d regret. Attacking the man in the club was one thing. I could get away with it—it wasn’t like he was ever going to see me or give a shit about it again.

Driving all the way home to beat the fuck out of a wealthy businessman who moonlights as an abusive narcissist? I’m not stupid. He’d call the cops and have me in jail and my career ruined before I ever had a chance to start it.

And that’s when I realize it’s too intense—all of this is too fucking intense. I’m not thinking clearly, which is ridiculous, because I just got the best blow job of my fucking life and I should be floating on cloud nine and dragging the man I had pressed to the wall home for another one.

Instead, I leave Zander standing there without an explanation.

Fucking his brains out might have done a better job, but I’mpissed, and that won’t be good for anyone.

So I go home and get drunk, and then I spend the next few days working out and practicing. By the time I swim to the surface from the black cloud completely surrounding my mood, I realize that Zander has texted me multiple times and there’s the slightest tinge of desperate frustration to each message.

Fuck, seeing howneedyhe is even when he’s trying to play angry chases away the last vestiges of the irritation I feel and leaves mehungry.

It shouldn’t make me smile, but it does.

It shouldn’t make me want to hunt him down so I can see his facial expressions, but the thought sticks in the back of my mind and I realize I’m not going to be able to shake it.

I know what I want, and once I want it…

Well… I can’t let things go until I have it.

It helps that Asher is gone for the week on some biology project. It means I have the apartment all to myself.

That means, if I brought a certain someone home with me, I could tie him to my bed and make him cry until hebeggedme to give him my cock. The thought sends a hot flush of need across my skin, and I know that I have to do it.

I know I’m not going to be able to think straight until I have Zander Braithe under me and I can work out all the frustration I feel on his tight ass.

I’m halfway to his campus, without a plan other than to get to his dorm before he does so I can surprise him.

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