Page 38 of Troublemaker
“Does Jack still have access to Vice and Vixen?” I asked Aviva, referencing her own fiancé.
Vice and Vixen were two black market sex aphrodisiacs that were dealt around Tabb and Reina. Well, Vice was sort of like Viagra—on steroids. Vixen was more like a roofie and really fucked with people with XX chromosomes. It used to run rampant around both campuses until recently.
Aviva shook her head. “The team got out of that game after shit went so haywire. They still know who’s dealing, but I don’t think they have easy access. It’s not on campus anymore.”
Tovah cleared her throat. “I can get it. You want Vice, right?”
“What haven’t you told me?” Aviva accused.
“You can get it?” I asked.
Tovah nodded. “I know where to source it. I need to warn you though—even for a man as big as Coach Samson, that shit is potent. And it’ll turn him feral. Like, completely out of control. Make sure you’re ready for the responsibility of that—and the consequences.”
Feral, out of control, that was exactly what I wanted. The only time he was honest was when he snapped. I didn’t just need his body, I wanted all of him on board, and even though it was bad, even though I knew it was wrong…well, a girl had to do what a girl had to do.
“I want it,” I said.
“Oh, shit,” Leslie muttered.
I grinned.
It felt good to be bad.
A week later,I walked into the athletic administration building, heading up the stairs toward Blake’s office. In mypurse was a little vial of Vice. I had a mission, and no one and nothing would deter me from it.
Fortunately, Trey wasn’t around, and Blake never locked his office door. He really needed to start doing that. And not leave his water bottle sitting out. He was just…
Just asking for it, Lucy?
Oh, shit.
I froze where I stood, in front of his desk, about to uncork the small vial of Vice Tovah had gotten for me and pour it in his water.
I sank into his chair, placing the vial gently on his desk and burying my head in my hands for the second time that day.
This was bad.
Like, there was bad, and there wasgive the man you were obsessed with Viagra without him knowingbad. Sure, Mason might have done it to Leslie, and from what I’d guessed, Jack had done something similar to Aviva, but I couldn’t be that person. I couldn’t take his choice away from him. I was so desperate for his affection, that I was willing to—what?—take away his choice? Fuck him without his real consent? Turn him into an animal and steal the one thing he absolutely needed: his control?
Rising out of the chair, I wiped away another tear—the second time that week I’d cried.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered to the empty room. I was sorry for having even thought of it.
I went to open the door, and slammed right into a big, warm wall.
Craning my neck, I stared back at a pissed off Coach.
“Lucy, what the hell are you doing in my office?” he barked.
I shook my head. “I?—”
I was never at a loss for words, but what was I supposed to tell him?
The truth, my conscience offered.
He stepped in the office, pushing me further inside, and locked the door behind him.
“Sit down and answer me,” he ordered.
