Page 45 of Love Me

I grit my teeth. She looks at Kaden as if he’s a god for whom she can’t wait to get on her knees and worship.

I just vomited in my mouth. Those traitorous blue eyes pin on me. I want to cut them out for even looking at someone else.

She bites her lip, trying to help him clean the mess I am responsible for, but he cuts her attempt short.

“Let’s get back to the project,” Kaden says.

Hunter has to physically pull me away.

Without another glance, we slide into a booth. I slip into the seat with my back to them for my sanity while Hunter shakes his head.

“What?”

“If looks could kill and fuck simultaneously, you’d be both.”

“He makes me mad. Poor Abigail.”

“Your jealousy is cute, and he knows that. You revealed that, now––”

“Now nothing.”

We order, and when the server brings us the food, I munch on some fries. Hunter tries to engage me in conversation while cutting his steak, but I am too wound up. And I know the culprit for that. I can’t do a thing, but hope it will pass. It has to. I am not above begging.

After we pay the bill, I glance at Kaden’s booth, but the group is gone. Thoughts swarm in my head, clouding my brain and my feet eat the distance toward the car.

“It’s funny and all, but if our fathers find out how distracted he makes you, it won’t be.”

“This has nothing to do with him.” I would rather eat acid than admit that. “Now drive faster.”

He drives even slower. I dig my nails into his thigh. With the other, I pluck my knife from my backpack, playing with it.

“You’d stab me?”

“Don’t test me right now. Bring me back to my college house.”

Abi should thank me for ensuring he doesn’t sleep with that poor copy of her.

Kaden’s car is there. Fuck it.

After Hunter drives away, madness takes hold of me, and I rejoice in it. I get in my car and ram his car again. Destroying his things gives me the best satisfaction possible. Yet it never comes close to avenging the heart he obliterated.

It’s dark inside. They can’t be asleep, but maybe he planned it so he can fuck her without witnesses.

Like a woman possessed, I run up the stairs only to find his door locked.

I pound on it, only for the low groans to increase. His voice, hoarse with pleasure, seeps through. The memories of him making love to me assault me.

You’re perfect, just like that.

It’s an overload of everything.

My heart pounds a merciless rhythm, making it hard for me to breathe normally. Ice cubes roll down my spine, chills breaking free on my skin. My vision is hazy and shivers rack my body. I think I might have a panic attack. Bending from my waist, my palm slaps against the wall. I dry heave on the floor.

Only you, only you. Only you.

I throw up my dinner on the floor. His door hits the wall with a bang. His hand holds my hair, caressing my back. I swore I wouldn’t cry, but I cry for my weakness, for him having this power over me.

When I peer inside the room, it’s empty. Relief so potent hits me, my heartbeat calms down instantly.

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