Page 138 of Twisted Play

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Cole

Library. Study room 4.

Me

10 minutes.

At least they’d let me study after they fucked me. Sometimes. When they weren’t too demanding.

Rory

Eva, seriously, we miss you.

Sage

Yeah what’s going on? You okay?

Vi

She’s “fine”.

Rory

That’s what you always say when you’re not fine.

Sage

We’re worried.

I switched off notifications for the group chat. My chest ached, but I couldn’t deal with their concern right now.

The Devil

If you can’t handle this simple task, perhaps I should speak with your father directly.

My hands trembled as I typed back.

Me

The playbook is complicated. Give me time.

Please.

I switched off the screen, bile rising in my throat. Alek kept the plays on his iPad, and I had no idea how I was going to get it, let alone unlock it.

I rounded the corner to the library, already unzipping my hoodie. Maybe if I let Cole and Tristan work off some steam now, they’d let me focus tonight.

My phone buzzed one last time.

I tucked it away without even checking the screen, my hands shaking with worry. When was the last time I’d felt steady? Calm?

The answer hit me—in Alek’s office, my mind blissfully empty after focusing on making his coffee exactly right. No demands, no pressure, just the simple ritual of grindingbeans, heating water, and dropping to my knees to serve him.

I shouldn’t want that peace, shouldn’t crave the way he stripped away my control until nothing existed except pleasing him.

But god, I needed it.

I turned away from the library, my feet carrying me toward his office before I could think better of it.

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