Just held me.
Without trying anything. He held me in his arms while I slept myself into a coma.
No one has ever done that before. No one has ever cuddled with me without leading to sex, or at least a make-out session. No one has ever loved me enough to be satisfied with only a snuggle.
Ugh!I hate that he’s in my head.
That night meant nothing.
Luca doesn’t love me. He barely knows the real me. He’s just a fantastic fuck that is clinging to this infatuation he has with a fake blind date. I need to find another devastatingly gorgeous and strong man to wipe all memories of Luca out. Where can I get one of those?
The entire hockey team is now off limits. Luca made sure of that. Not one of them even glances my way anymore. I hate him. He’s completely forced himself on me and is consuming my life.
Yet, I can’t take my eyes off him. I try but I can’t look away. He has some sort of spell on me.
Not a witch, but a wizard. Luca Kingivson has figured out a way to put a spell on me. Maybe it’s the carnations. But the last one died a few days ago and I’m still feeling the effects of them.
That’s what it is, a spell. I need to go back to that store. There has to be something that reverses love spells. Something I can do to lift this curse.
I’ve never been a believer in witchcraft or wiccan arts, whatever this is. But there’s something that has turned my very simple fuck all, love none life that has me believing in a higher force.
Luca isn’t as secretive in his gaze towards me. He’s ignoring everything around him and staring directly at me as he eats nachos from the middle of the table. And his incessant gawking is pulling me right to him.
Renna gasps, diverting my attention. It’s too late to hide. She’s turned around, looking over her shoulder at their table.
I lift my menu higher to hide my reddened cheeks.
I’ve been caught. We’re going to sit here and talk about whatever my feelings are for this cocky, arrogant, sexy demon hockey blueliner. They’ll never let me live this down.
“What the hell is she doing here? I thought she had a class?” Dani shrieks, following Renna’s gasp.
Wait, who?
Penny’s next, with her own intake of a sharp breath. “That slut. She completely lied to us.” Penny doesn’t throw that word around lightly, she saves it for when she really feels wronged.
I look to see who they’re talking about, and there she is. Chelsea, President of Delta Nu, sitting with the hunks of hockey along with a few other girls.
I was too enthralled by Luca. I didn’t even notice they had any girls with them.
When I look back at him, he isn’t just staring at me. He was discreetly trying to signal to me with his beautiful eyes and thick fingers that our useless president was at the table.
I didn’t even notice the random girl sitting next to Luca, trying to get his attention.
Hey now! Why is she touching my man’s arm?
Not my man. No, no, he isn’t mine.
But I’m about to go over there and claim him. I stood up without even realizing it. Dani is staring at me, but the others are still looking at Chelsea, dismayed by her utter evasion to plan the charity event she should be heading.
Luca’s not mine.I know he’s not, and I can’t be with him. I feel nauseous just thinking about that possibility. But Chelsea has gone too far, turning her back on her sisters. She told us some shit about studying and work, and here she is. Studying the art of flirting and working on becoming a cum dumpster.
“Dani, what are the rules on impeachment?” I take a deep breath to pull myself together.
Dani is our very own walking Delta Nu encyclopedia. She has the answer to everything,
“Um,” she thinks it over quickly. “She would have to be challenged by an officer for the presidential position. That means you, me, or Renna. Then the house will have to vote. Not really an impeachment. More like a takeover.”
I nod, understanding what I have to do. “Penny, did you get evidence?”