Page 66 of The Revenge You Seek
I'm going to constantly be forced to remember everything I want to forget.
Maybe I should just try to talk to him. Have a rational conversation and get everything out.
But nothing about dealing with Kane is normal or rational. It's all anger, hate, vicious words and brutal touches.
I fall back, my purse landing on my stomach.
Reaching into it, I pull my cell out and blindly reach for the charger.
I plug it in and wait for it to power up.
I don't expect to have missed much. A message from Mom or Harley maybe.A few memes from Brax.
It buzzes after a few seconds but when I look at the screen to see who it is I find it's a number I don't recognize.
I open it, ready to immediately delete it but the words that stare back at me make me still.
Unknown:You're wet, aren't you? Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t come straight up there and continue what we started.
My hand trembles as I stare at his words but my body betrays me as heat and lust wash through it. And fuck if he's not wrong because just reading that threat gets me going.
There's something very, very wrong with me.
I was in bed with the hot QB1 of the Panthers barely an hour ago and I didn't feel like this but one message from that psycho and I'm practically panting for a repeat of last night.
Flipping over, I bury my face into my pillow and scream out my frustrations.
I need to reply. He's going to see that I've read it and I can't have him turning up here. I can't. No matter how much my body might think it's a good idea, my head knows better.
Sitting up, I stare down at his words once more, my head going straight back to last night.
I shouldn't have liked the pressure of his hand around my throat, but I did. I shouldn't have wanted his fingers to dig into my hips so they left bruises, but I did.
He wants to punish me for the past, and it seems that I'm more than willing to take it like I am in fact the guilty party.
Fuck. My. Life.
I tap out a message, lower my cell for a beat before picking it back up and deleting it.
Fuck.
Scarlett:Because I hate you.
It shows as read immediately as if he was waiting for it. I glance at the window and wonder if he's back. If he's waiting for my word and he's going to bolt up the stairs and storm inside to take what he wants.
My stomach flutters wildly at the thought.
Unknown:But doesn't that make it so much sweeter?
He adds a winky face emoji that stupidly makes my lips twitch into the beginnings of a smile.
Scarlett:No. It's bitter, toxic and dangerous.
Unknown:Exactly. Keep your door unlocked, Princess.
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