Page 45 of Chokehold
I open social media, seeing Allie has tagged me in a post. I don’t bother looking at the fake crap. Instead, I click on Mia’s page, my right eye twitching at the most recent post from an hour ago of her and Blaise standing in front of the lodge, him kissing her cheek while she beams a high-voltage smile.
My reaction is vicious, like a fist is shoving itself through my chest cavity. Something like jealousy whips around me, and I click off social media and toss my phone on the bed behind me.
Lying back, I rub my hands down my face, exasperated by this entire ordeal. “Fuck this,” I mumble. “Fucking fuck this.”
“Talking to yourself?”
At the sound of his voice, my hands drop from my face. Blaise walks into the room with a subtle smirk, pulling his shirt off and tossing it on the floor. Gaze locked on his back, I watch him. Or more so, I watch the way his muscles pull taut with his movements as he snatches a towel from his bag and heads to the bathroom.
Clearing my throat quietly, my mouth fills with saliva as he kicks off his sweats. His body is still bruised, and I want to high five myself for hurting him, but I also want to mark him some more.
It’s like my claim is all over him, even though he doesn’t know it’s me he belongs to. I don’t think I’ll ever reveal myself to him. I like being able to do whatever the fuck I want to him without worrying about the repercussions of fucking with my stepbrother.
With the mask on, I can be whoever I want.
I don’t fill my lungs with air until the bathroom door shuts. Before I can second guess my next move, I rush to my bag, fish out my second phone and type out a message.
Me: Did you know there are cameras in every classroom at the school? With a click of my fingers, I can have it all sent to your brother to use against you.
The response is fast. The fucker must be sitting in there on his phone instead of turning on the damn shower.
Blaise: What do you want this time?
I smirk and type a reply.
Me: Surprise me.
My forefinger taps the side of the phone, and when the shower turns on, I sigh and toss the phone down beside my other one. Allie will be back soon, and I need to sit her down and have a serious talk with her.
When my phone lights up, my heart nearly explodes. Blaise has sent his secret stalker a picture, and instead of feeling like I’m winning, I feel something ugly crawling under my skin.
That bastard was right there in the shower with me – he watched me. He fucking grabbed my wrist and made me fuck my own hand.
Blaise had his fingers around my cock not even an hour ago.
I know this feeling. It’s what I should feel whenever my girlfriend cheats on me. When she fucks off and flirts with people right in front of my face, then lies and calls me a psycho.
I feel betrayed.
I thinkmy girlfriend just asked me something. She’s smiling up at me with her big, beautiful blue eyes, her blonde hair whipping around her face from the cold wind. The corner of my mouth curves ever-so slightly in response to whatever she’s said.
I can’t pay any attention to her. She shouldn’t be here anyway. I broke up with her and she barged her way back into my life in a matter of hours and infiltrated our trip to Aspen.
She called my mom completely hysterical, begging to speak with me. Instead of coming to me, Mom tells her to pack a bag and join us. Now I’m stuck with her for a week, in a room I need to share with Mia and Blaise, while my cock tries not to stand at attention from the memory of the way he touched me.
I’m the one who dominated him when I had the mask on. Me. Yet without it, when he knows it’s me, he’s forceful and…I like it. But right now, I’m in even more of a mood with him than usual.
I shake my head and fix my gloves into place, then help Allie do hers, checking her helmet is clipped properly.
I feel eyes on me, but I ignore them while we sort out our protective gear.
Allie wraps her fingers around my wrist to stop me when I clip her in. “I love you,” she says, her eyes shining.
“Sure you do,” I retort, taking a step back so she releases me.
Mia is giggling, and I glance over to see Blaise smashing snow into her face before they start throwing snowballs at each other and laughing.
They look happy. I want to kill them both.
