Page 64 of A Voice In Chains
I arch a brow, waiting her out.
“As long as I get what I want.”
“And what do you want?” I ask.
Her heels click on the floor as she steps closer. “Isn’t it obvious? You broke up with me, Zach.” Gliding her hands up my chest and across my shoulders, she leans in to whisper in my ear. “It makes me look bad, baby. You’re the most popular boy at college, and I’m the queen here. We’re meant to be. We’re the fairytale.”
Before I fully process her words, she undoes my belt with eager fingers, a predator going in for the kill. When she dives her hand into my trousers and briefs, I choke on a grunt.
“See,” she purrs as my cock swells. “You still like me. We can make this work, baby.”
“Let me get this straight. You want to fuck me and pretend we’re a couple?”
She sinks her teeth into her lip. “You’re catching on quick.”
“And what if I say no? What will you tell them?” I grunt. “You have no proof of anything.”
“You know how persuasive I can be when I set my mind to something.”
I snatch her wrist, pulling her hand out of my briefs and shoving her away. “Spread your fucking rumors. See if I care.”
Undeterred, she steps close again. “I think you do, Zach. I think you care a lot.”
One moment she’s smirking at me like she’s the one with the upper hand. And the next, I have her grabbed by the throat. “Tell anyone what you saw, and I’ll destroy you.”
“Touchy,” she purrs, lips parted.
For a second, palpable energy courses between us. Energy that oozes hatred and dark promises of pain and destruction.
With a snarl, I toss her aside before fastening my belt. Amy leans against the wall, watching me with a devilish look in her eyes.
Once I’m done, I glare at her one final time before exiting the room.
If she thinks I’ll play her games, she can keep on dreaming because it’ll be a cold day in hell before I let her touch me again.
As I enter the hallway, I draw to a sudden stop.
Arkin is watching me across the hall.
How long has he been there? More importantly, what does he think he saw?
The door opens behind me, and Amy stops by my side with her hand on my arm. “Trouble in paradise? Aw, he looks like a sad puppy, doesn’t he?”
Then she’s gone, her heels clicking on the floor.
She’s a fucking witch. Always stirring shit.
I cross to Arkin, but he storms off.
Before I can run after him, Ryan hollers my name across the hall, and I curse as I spin away from Arkin.
“Whoa, don’t look so happy to see me,” Ryan jokes, jostling my shoulder and being rowdy as fuck. “We’re heading over to ours to play Call of Duty. You coming?”
I start to make up an excuse, but Ryan won’t take no for an answer, and before I know it, we’re exiting the building with Harrison and some other guys in tow.
“Don’t worry,” Harrison says, flashing me one of his easy grins. “We’ll be back in time to pick up your sister.”
Arkin won’t lookat me on the way home. I try to talk to him after my sister exits the car in the drive, but he throws open the door and leaves without letting me explain.
