Page 123 of Fall

“What are you gonna do, huh? Hit me?” I smirk.

He raises a closed hand and punches a hole in the wall near my head. Instead of flinching, though, I smack him hard across the face.

“Get the fuck away from me,” I growl and attempt to slap him again, but this time, he catches my hand mid swing.

“Do NOT hit me again,” He warns, pushing his body against mine to keep me from moving. “I’m going to back away, and you’re going to calm the fuck down. Do you understand?”

Through my lashes, I look up at him and nod.

As soon as he backs away, I drag my nails down his face—drawing blood from his cheek—and run like hell to the other side of the room. I get to the desk and pull the phone from the wall.

“Do not throw that,” he commands, but I don’t listen.

“I fucking hate you!” I scream, throw the phone, run into the en suite, and lock the door.

I grab the shower head and turn the water on to full heat. A few minutes later, he busts down the door.

With the nozzle in one hand and a bar of soap in the other, I spray him with steaming hot water and throw the bar of soap at his head. He tries to reach for me, but I duck. Using the water on the floor, I slide past him and run back to the room to bang on the door as hard as I can.

“Get me the fuck out of this room!” I scream, but no one comes. Elijah runs out of the bathroom, and I duck again. He trips over me and hits the floor.

I scurry on my knees and crawl in the opposite direction. He scrambles after me and reaches my ankle as I grab the phone receiver. Flipping over on my back, I swing the receiver and hit him just above his temple.

He looms over me, water and blood dripping from his head. He grabs my wrist and smacks it on the floor a few times to force the receiver out of my hand.

He pants to catch his breath. “Are you fucking done?”

I push my hips up to try and buck him off, ignoring the feel of his cock on my lower belly. He moves just enough to give my legs some leverage, and I manage to knee him in his inner thigh. Not quite what I was aiming for, but it’s enough. He lets go of my wrist, and I push him off me. I bolt to my feet and start running to the other side of the room.

This time he catches me before I can pick up anything else and slams me face first into the wall. He yanks my arms above my head and leans his body on my back.

Breathing hard, his lips tickle my ear. “Are you done now? I can do this all night.”

I try to push him off me, but with my arms above my head, I have no leverage. He places his feet in between mine, forcing my legs apart and minimizing my ability to move even more.

I close my eyes as my cheek presses against the cool wallpaper.

“Fuck you.” I rasp.

He chuckles in my ear. “Like I said, only in your dreams.”

He pushes harder against me, forcing air out of my lungs, and I gasp when I feel his erection.

“Oh my God, that’s it, isn’t it?” I laugh. “You’re jealous.”

“And why the hell would you think I’m jealous?”

I laugh harder. “Because I’ve been with MicahandCaleb. You’ve been left out of your little bromance.”

He immediately lets go of my arms and steps back.

“You are certifiably crazy. I’m not jealous. If anything, I feel sorry for them,” he says quickly.

I turn to face him, raise an eyebrow, and shake my head slightly.

“Liar.” I smirk, narrowing my eyes. “You forget. I know all of your tells.”

He takes a few more steps back before turning to walk across the room.

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