Page 9 of Toxic Obsession

“What do you mean it was her fault?” I growled, my short fuse getting the best of me.

Adam squared his shoulders and scooped up a file from his desk. “I have all the details here. That should clear it up for you.”

I snarled at him, not liking his tone. I definitely got my temper from him, but instead of beating the hell out of innocent people, I took it out on the football field.

Fire flashed in his brown eyes. “The important thing is that Wynter didn’t do anything to stop …” He swallowed.

Huh, the motherfucker had feelings.

“She chose to stay silent. Do whatever you have to but get rid of her. If that doesn’t work, you have my permission to ruin the little bitch.” Venom dripped from his words.

I stepped backward, and the weight of the situation settled on my chest like an elephant.

“Are you sure?” I had to make sure Adam had the facts straight before I went after someone.

Without another word, he slid the file to me. “See for yourself. Like I said, it’s all in there.”

I felt the color drain from my face as shame washed over me, twisting me into a million brittle pieces. Shit shouldn’t have gone down the way it had.

“This contains all the information you need to know about Wynter, but the most important thing is that she’s responsible for what happened.” He sat back down in his chair, appearing older than he was for a moment.

I stared at the plain folder before I picked it up. “Why did you wait until now to tell me?” My voice trembled. “We’ve been in school for a few weeks.”

“Because her attendance just came to my attention.” He sighed. “But even though Wynter was the cause, I never want you to forget your part in it.”

I tore my gaze away from him as the pain from his words sliced through me. “Don’t worry, Pops.” I popped the firstpin disgust. I wasn’t sure if me calling him Pops or Adam pissed him off more, so I used both to make sure I got under his skin. “I’ll never forget. I’ll live with that guilt the rest of my life.”

Chapter4

Quinn

Even though Lena expected me for dinner, I hurried to my room to have some privacy.

When I closed my bedroom door behind me, I said, “Alexa, lamp on.” The light came to life, highlighting a poster of one of my all-time favorite NFL players, Michael Irvin. He was inducted into the Pro Football Hall of Fame and had played for the Dallas Cowboys as a wide receiver when I was little. Even as a kid, I was glued to the television when he was on the field. He was magic, and I wanted what he had. He was my inspiration to work my ass off and give my father a bigfuck youas I left him in the dust.

I tossed the file on top of my bed, then grabbed the back of my neck and rubbed, hoping the tension would ease up. In order to focus, I needed to take a piss before I sat down and looked through it all.

My mind whirled as I made my way to the bathroom. Was Adam lying, or was this Wynter Baldwin actually responsible? When that cold, heartless asshole wanted something, he would go to any extreme to get it, and piling on the manipulation was just the first step for him. My throat tightened as I blew out a sigh.

I crawled onto my bed, wrinkling the dark blue and red comforter. I scooped up the manila file and wondered what horror I was about to witness. What I wanted more than anything was to have proof that what Adam had said was true. That this girl was the one responsible.

Sweat beaded on my forehead, and I forced myself to look inside. My breath stuttered as I stared at a gorgeous girl about my age. Her long strawberry blonde hair flattered her face, but her blue gaze at the camera was dull.

Good. I hope she suffers as much as I do.

A deep-rooted hate reared its head and targeted Wynter, but I couldn’t deny that she was hot as hell.

My attention traveled to her photos and my cock jumped to life when my eyes caught sight of her full, slightly parted lips. I forced myself to momentarily forget what she’d done and instead studied her, drinking in every beautiful detail of her full tits, flat stomach, and toned legs. Her pink T-shirt accentuated the natural tint to her cheeks.

“Jesus,” I muttered, not wanting to believe anything bad about this chick. She was stunning.

I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to look at the next page in the file.

“Holy fucking shit.” Wynter was naked with two dudes, one licking her pussy while she sucked the other guy’s dick. I barked out a laugh, appreciating my luck.

Then it dawned on me that Adam had also seen her exposed. Suddenly, I wanted to rip his eyes out of their sockets for looking at her. I shook my head, clearing my lust-filled thoughts.She’s the enemy, asshole. A plan began to brew about how to work my way into her life. It would probably be pretty easy to get her into the society if she was down with having her picture taken. If these photos were anything to go on, the girl was a freak in the sheets, and I couldn’t wait to sink my cock into her cunt before I destroyed her life piece by piece.

Flipping the sheet, I stared at several more pictures of her with different guys, my dick paying as much attention as my eyes were.

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