Page 59 of Make You Love Me

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Stay calm… stay calm… stay fucking calm.

That’s what I'm chanting in my head to keep myself from breaking Corbin Snow’s neck!

By the time we get to the party things are in full swing and I spot Lottie almost instantly. Wearing a little red dress with her hair pulled up in a ponytail, she looks so fucking sexy it physically hurts as my eyes rake over her. The dress isn’t low cut but it's short and fitted to her curves, showcasing them like the prize possessions they are. The dress shimmies up her thighs as Lottie dances, but she doesn't constantly tug at it like she would have in the past. No, she’s carefree and having fun just like I’ve always wanted for her. Even the jealous fucker inside me is proud to see that. She has come so far from the girl I met at the beginning of the summer in that bunny outfit. Just like the first night I saw her, I'm easily caught up in the way she moves those perfect curves of hers on the dance floor.

I know she sees me standing here watching her like the obsessed fucker I am. Our connection is still so strong I always feel it intensify when we’re in the same room. She can try to deny it but we both know it… we bothfeelit. That’s why her eyes keep finding mine through the crowd.

After two songs straight of staring at her, my cock is throbbing in my pants—remembering the ways I taught her to put those moves on my dick.

I go from turned on to murderous in point two seconds when that pussy Snow puts his hands on her hips as she moves against him.

To top it off, Lottie is loving his attention. Grinding into him, laughing at something he’s whispering in her ear.

He’s not that fucking funny.

My fingernails are digging holes into my hands as I clench my fists, willing him to stop touching what’s mine.

Right as I’m about to say fuck this shit and grab Lottie, Remi pulls her into a group of girls to dance. Snow makes his way over to the beer pong table with Lucian. I know he feels me staring at him, but he never looks my way.

I stay chill and let her have fun with her new friends. I may be pissed at her but seeing her smile like she does with Ashley makes me happy for her.

As these thoughts filter through my mind, she looks up at me and maintains eye contact with intention in her hazel stare. She is dancing sensually to this song as she rubs her hands all over her curves… still staring. Lottie may have toned up a bit, but my girl is still stacked in all the right places, and I need my hands on her so badly.

Adjusting my cock in my jeans, I watch her hips sway.Fuck, she’s torturing me.Lottie has a smug smirk on her face, knowing exactly what she’s doing to me. I realize Demi Lovato is singing about revenge and being a savage to her ex.

Oh, fuck that.

I know I told myself she would have to come to me, but I can’t keep this shit up any longer. Before I know it, I'm moving towards her at the speed of lightning.

I grab her by the hips and pull her close. She looks up at me and gasps.

“You trying to tell me something with this song, Stacks?” I practically growl into her ear. “Have you gotten your revenge yet, huh? Has his cock been inside you… are you riding it just like I taught you?” She looks at me in utter shock.

“Tell me… does he make you melt under his touch? Can he make your body numb with ecstasy like it did under me? Do your toes curl and that pretty pink pussy of yours weep when he’s deep inside of you?” I’m seething with rage and jealousy, no longer able to control anything that’s coming out of my mouth.

Her eyes well up with tears and she smacks me across the face.

“You fucking asshole,” she barely whispers and turns away from me to run down the hallway.

Shit! Rubbing my cheek and wondering what the hell I expected.

That’s exactly how to get her to talk to you… dumbass.

Knowing I need to fix this, I get to the door right as she’s about to slam it and use my boot to stop her.

“G… Greyson. Just leave me the fuck alone. Seriously, I can’t deal with you being like this. How dare you speak to me like that and then to top it off, you have the nerve to ask me if I’m fucking someone else. Pot meet kettle.”

“Listen Lottie—” I start as I move us further into the bathroom and lock the door.

She pushes into my chest and points in my face.

“No motherfucker, you listen. I loved you so much. I’m the one who deserves an explanation. On top of how the summer ended, I get to your school and the first time I see you, you’re pulling that dumb bitch between your legs rubbing it in my damn face!” she says as she moves further into the bathroom, trying to put space between us.

“She doesn’t mean shit to me, in case you couldn’t tell that by the way I let her have it when I heard what she said to you at school Friday. I only pulled her into me that day to see if you even gave a fuck about me anymore, since you dropped me like a bad habit without any explanation.” I continue, “Lottie, that was the one time you’ve seen me around her but yet I keep getting the privilege of watching you all over Snow. What is this, your way of punishing me? Or let me guess, Snow’s just another bad boy to pass the time until you marry my fucking stepbrother!”

All the anger in her face drains and her shock is evident. Her parted lips are stunned to silence.

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