Page 8 of Tainted Blood

“I love you too, Princess.” Ending the call, I grab my book bag and leave my apartment, hoping to make it through the day without all the questions from everyone. Shit, I still have to ask Maggie what Ian was talking about. Were they actually fucking on the lounge seats before I returned from the bar?

I enter my class and see Jacob, who waves me over to a spot he saved.

“Hey, you made it in time.”

“I’m surprised you made it since you were pretty messed up last night.”

“That’s nothing. I wish we had a chance to hang out. I’m sure it would have been more fun than dancing with that asshole.” I highly doubt it, but I don’t say what I’m thinking because it’s rude, and as a lab partner and classmate, he is exceptional.

“I still had a good night, and the best sleep ever,” I say with a yawn. I laugh. “Well, I guess I could have used an extra hour or two.”

“I’m sure this lecture will do the trick. How about we go out tonight to have a do-over?”

“No, thanks. My birthday and special occasions are the only time I’m going out. School is too important.”

“Okay, but don’t go getting burned out.”

“I won’t.” I’ve never been a partier so it’s no damn big deal, but I don’t want to be pressured either. Sighing, I opened my notebook because I didn’t have time to print the notes for today’s class. Digging in, I avoid making conversation with Jacob and focus on class.

The rest of the day is a blur between learning and thinking about Ian—a habit I have to stop.

Chapter Five

Ian

Waking up in bed, I sense that she’s no longer here. I run my hand over where she should be lying, and I’m right—the sheets are cool to the touch. Pissed, I slap my hand on the mattress. “It’s fucking bullshit.” I toss off the covers, then get up. I snag my jacket off the chair and dig out my cell phone foolishly imagining I’d have a call or text from her explaining why she left.

Callie couldn’t access my phone to leave her number. Still, my dumbass should have grabbed hers last night before we even left the club. I set it down on the dresser and then walk to the bathroom to relieve myself.

Stepping into the shower, I consider my damn recourse when it comes to the little runaway. I can hunt her down or let her go. Last night was fabulous, but it was more than a fucking hook up. She was mine. I scrubbed myself down, stroking my cock several times, thinking about her virgin blood that had stained the sheets and my dick.

Fuck.

I grow harder and harder. My breathing turns into labored pants as I stroke faster to the memories of Callie taking every inch of me. It’s not long until I’m busting my load all over my hand and the shower floor.

Shaking my head, I mutter to myself, “She fucking broke me.” No woman has made me jerkoff just thinking about her. At least not specifically to her. Callie has me fucking struck. I finished my shower and then put on the same clothes as yesterday. I checked the room to search for any notes left by Callie, but the little minx made me look like a pathetic fool.

Shrugging off the anger and disappointment, I exited the suite and took the elevator alone, checking my reflection in the mirrored paneling. My suit is a little wrinkled given the activities last night, but I still look amazing. I’m going to head home to change before hunting down my runaway girl. She fucked up by running from me.

As I slid the keycard across the front desk, the man asked, “Had a great stay, sir?”

“Wonderful. Did you happen to see a young woman leave in earlier?”

“A beautiful black-haired beauty in a hot little dress.”

“That would be her,” I growled, itching to break his jaw.

“Yes, she left hours ago in one of the taxis we have waiting outside.”

“Thanks.” I reached out and yanked him by his tie, pulling him to me. “Put your fucking tongue back in your mouth. My girl isn’t for ogling, you little bitch, understood.” He nods furiously, so I let him go and he fell back on the counter behind the desk.

I walked away and straight to the valet. I handed him my card and he said, “Sir, I’ll bring your vehicle around.” I nodded.

When I’m finally in the vehicle, my thoughts are back on Callie. I pull out of the hotel and then consider what I’m going to do once I find her. My dashboard lights up with a call from my brother. “Hey, I have fucking incredible news.”

“What is it?”

“Jack’s found him.”

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