Page 13 of Eat You Alive (Court Legacy 4)

Her body huffing, she hissed at me. “You don’t know anything about that. You don’t…” She scanned away before shooting back. She jerked her hand from mine. “You know nothing.Nothingabout that day and what happened.”

She was right. I didn’t, and honestly, before I’d found out, I never would have thought this girl would be prone to such violence. She’d been so quick to capture me in the act, caught after I helped her.

And here she had her own dirty laundry, her own sins and a story tucked away in the deep. It had taken some manpower to even find the dirt, but once I had, gold.

“And there were no charges,” Fawn continued, swallowing. It definitely sounded like she was talking to herself. “She and her family didn’t file any.”

I saw that too, very unusual considering she’d left that girl black and completely blue. I hooked an arm behind the booth. “You aired my dirty laundry once, Red. You did, but fortunately for you, I’m about to give you a way to ensure I keep a lock on yours.” I leaned in. “I need a favor from you. You do that, and I’ll make sure you and I part ways amicably. Your drama stays shut, and you and I will spend the remainder of our college experiences doing our own things.”

I.e., away from each other. Though, she definitely didn’t deserve it.

Maybe I had more of my father in me than I thought. Forgiveness was certainly a stretch, but I supposed I could forget.

“What could I possibly do for you?” she asked me, really listening now and good. Her arms folded. “What could you need that I could give you?”

More than she knew actually, and righting my fork, I ate the last few bites. “I want you to be my girlfriend,” I said between chews, her jaw dropping. I nodded. “The whole semester and all is forgotten.”

CHAPTERFIVE

Fawn

He had to be crazy.

And he was ordering more food.

I watched as he added bacon, sausage, and a round of eggs to what he’d already consumed. Meanwhile, I had no fucking words for what he just said.

“Uh…” Maybe I had just the one, blinking. In any sense, Ares “Wolf” Mallick didn’t seem to care. His fast food arrived, and he proceeded to pile it all on his syrup-filled plate. Large guy meant large appetite, I guess. I pulled back my hair. “What are you talking about?”

I felt like I was on some hidden camera show. This guy literally moments ago said he wanted to ruin my life.

And now this?

My internalwhat the fuckwas fitting, and Ares—er, Wolf sat casually. He even lounged his big body back, and with as much animal product as he was currently consuming, I supposed that was fitting. He angled a look in my direction. “Did I stutter?”

No, he hadn’t, the asshole. I growled. “I mean, what do you mean by what you just said?”

He knew exactly what I meant, and if this guy still didn’t manage to look completely fucking hotwhile he shoveled food into his mouth. His wild curls were up again today, a few of them hanging lazily over his eyes. The style never ceased to do anything but display that perfect jawline of his, chiseled, strong. The guy looked like a model, and something told me he one hundred percent knew it. He caught me looking at his full lips at one point, syrup on them, and when he did, he tipped his chin at me.

Ugh!

He then proceeded to run his tongue over them, and I had to look away at that point. That guy on the bleachers was right that day before he started the fight. Wolf didn’t believe his shit stunk. The arrogance off this guy reeked to high heaven.

I wished it did hold an actual aroma, something different than whatever spicy aftershave he wore. It reminded me of apple pie and the woods and shit. He didn’t smell like apple pie per se, but whatever it was gave that feeling. Like homey or familiar.

Like comfortable.

That didn’t make sense, and I wasn’t comfortable in the slightest. Especially in a booth with this guy. He was a man-god, his exceedingly long limbs taking up this entire booth. He was basically elbowing me every bite he took, and his hip touching mine had my own surging beside him. I told myself that was just because he made me uncomfortable by sitting so close.

I told myself.

I brought my camera bag in close. I had a class after this but also had some time to shoot in the park nearby. Whenever I could get some extra shooting in, I did, good practice. Wolf cocked his head. “I want you to be my girlfriend, Fawn. You and me in a relationship.” He waved his fork between us. “Not sure I can be clearer on that.”

“Yeah, I got that part, but why are you saying you need a girlfriend at all?” Let alone withme. “That doesn’t make sense.”

This guy could ask anyone to be his girlfriend. So why was he asking me instead of some leggy blond follower bitch?

“Fake girlfriend actually,” he said, then stretched his wingspan out. The motion hiked his shirt, revealing what had to be an eight-pack. I counted a few sections before they disappeared into his jeans.

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