Page 17 of Eat You Alive (Court Legacy 4)

“What? You got class, right?” he said, as I managed to work my stuff away from him. His lips turned down. “You trying to be late for it? You do have a class.”

I did, but how did he know? “What? You know my schedule too?”

“Amongst other things,” he stated, cocking his head at me. “But I somehow missed how you were in here living with some dude. By the way, someone from housing will be contacting you about that. You’re not living with a guy. Not when you’re with me.”

I couldn’t believe this guy. I pushed my hair back. “I’m not moving.”

“You are, and now you’re going to class.” He took my stuff again,my stuff, and he was so quick, I barely had a chance to get my purse and lock the door before trailing after him. He grumbled. “Also, Red, shit like that will have you making an enemy out of me, and I’m sure you already know what a bad idea that is. I told you this can be as easy…painlessas you want it to be.”

This guy was psycho, crazy. “This is fake. This arrangement?”

“It’s real to the fucking world, and believe me, no one in my life would believe I’d allow the girl I’m dating to be living with some guy.”

We were outside now, me taking like three strides for every one of his. The guy wasn’t even walking quick, and I was out of breath. Not to mention, fake or not, there really was no threat when it came to him and this stupid arrangement. Heath was bi, but his dating preference edged more toward guys. He said he hadn’t dated a girl since middle school, but something told me that wouldn’t matter to this big bad Wolf.

“Really fragile, aren’t you, Wolfy,” I said, and he got my arm. He hiked me up, and I jerked in his hold. “Let go.”

He didn’t, all up in my face, and he really was good about that. He sneered. “Fragility has nothing to do with it. You’re something I own. My property. And no one touches my things. Point-blank.”

My flesh buzzed, my arm where he touched me. My throat flicked. “You don’t own me.”

“You know I do. At least, until the end of the semester.” He didn’t let go, hiking me up farther. I was on my tiptoes now. His eyes narrowed. “Which can be extended if you don’t play by our little game.”

Heat surged my face, a wash of anger, fear, and something else I certainly didn’t want to touch with a ten-foot pole. My flesh still tingled from where his fingers had embedded themselves in my arm, and I wanted to sock myself for it. It wasn’t unknown to me that I was attracted to him, but my hate should balance out the scale.

It should tip it.

My head clouded in weird ways because I did hate him. I hated everything he stood for. This guy believed he was a god among men, and that definitely extended to me.

Releasing me, Wolf moved again, and I didn’t have a choice but to follow him since he had my camera bag. I could lose anything else, but that he couldn’t have.

I started to tell him that, but slowed down when he strode toward a Hummer truck.

“You coming?” he barked behind him, opening the door of that same truck. The dread hit me when I noticed the hood.

A silver wolf scrolled into the paint. This behemoth of a machine was obviously his. I shook my head. “I usually take the bus.”

Ignoring me, he cracked opened the back, and I watched with horror as he placed my stuff inside. I ran up on the truck then, ducking under his arm. I grabbed my things, and he frowned.

“Well, you’re not today,” he stated, hitching his hip against his ride. The thing was completely obnoxious with its size and definitely like him. I mean, he had a damn wolf painted on the front. He nodded. “Anyway, isn’t your class like history? That department is on the other side of campus, and it’ll take you at least an hour to get there.”

I knew how long it took. I did the trek every day after all, and it’d bother me more that he really did know my schedule if I wasn’t trying to put some distance between me and getting in a vehicle with this guy.

Swallowing, I started to back up, and Wolf pushed off his truck.

I didn’t give him a chance to do more than that.

I ran, knowing the way well to the bus stop. My bags slammed against my sides, as I heard Wolf calling after me.

“Fawn, what the fuck?”

I didn’t gaze back, knowing this guy was way faster than me. Even outside of his long legs, he had a history of playing sports, and though I had an active history myself, it didn’t travel beyond the steps I took in order to snap a photo. He’d snatch me in a second, and the only chance I had to get away came when I cut my way through a bunch of photography students. My dorm happened to be in the general area of the photography department, a big reason I took up residency there since many of my classes were photography related.

“Fawn!”

I chanced a look back, as Wolf was pushing his way through students. He shoved around people a full head beneath him. Meanwhile, I made it to the bus stop with exactly no breath.

And at not a moment too soon.

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