Page 10 of Darkest Dawn

Sarah must take his glare seriously because she turns my way smiling. “I hope to see you tonight at Garrett’s.” Her smile slips to a glare as she eyes Ciaran once more flashing him a lusted filled look before finally standing and doing a dramatic as fuck spin as she saunters away swaying her hips side to side as if walking a runway.

“Wow, that girl is just extra.” I say turning back to Ciaran, finding him already staring down at me. His eyes flash with an emotion I can’t quite place before he slams a mask over them. Interesting. “So, what did you need from me?” I ask.

He cocks a brow at me in that sexy way guys do. “Oh, I was just walking by and noticed her bothering you. Figured I could get rid of her for you.” I stare at him a bit stunned.

“Why?” I ask curious why Ciaran Adonis would care if I was being harassed. I know the gossip mill is dramatic as fuck but why would he care that the bitch who fucked my boyfriend behind my back was talking to me.

He either didn’t care or wasn’t really listening to me because his next words stun me even more. “Go out with me tonight?” He asks as the sexy fucker smirks down at me. He knows he’s god's gift to women but damn it does he have to know it too.

“Sorry, but I have a boyfriend.” I say as thoughts of my stalker and how he might act if he knew another guy was asking me out. I look around hoping to catch a hint of someone.

“Looking for someone?” He asks, cocking a brow in that sexy way again. “Didn’t you just break up with that douche Garrett?” He asks next.

Now annoyed I grab my coffee cup and turn to face the man who takes after his namesake, Adonis. “Look, you’re a cool guy and all but my boyfriend is crazy and I won’t be responsible for his actions. I’m sure you could find another fuckable hole to warm your bed tonight. So, with that, I gotta get going. See you around.” I give him a two-finger salute before turning. I hear him let out a low deep chuckle before mumbling something that I swear sounded like “I’ll be seeing you alright.” But that would be crazy, almost as crazy as telling someone I had a crazy boyfriend who just so happens to be my stalker.

“Ow. You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” I glare daggers at my so-called best friend. Becca is currently sitting in a chair across the room reading some beauty magazine while some sadist woman practically rips my hair off. Waxing is a torture technique. I bet you a man invented it.

“You’re just being a big baby. You’re almost done and I’ll get you a lollipop.” She smirks in my direction, making me roll my eyes.

“Was this all really necessary?” I feel warm wax get laid out across my inner thigh again and I flinch. The woman waxing my who-ha should be a dominatrix. I swear every time I flinch, curse, or yell, she smiles like she is proud of herself. She looks up at me at that second and gives me a small smile before the bitch yanks on the dried wax. “Ow! Motherfucker! You could have warned me!” I yell out, cursing the high heavens. She simply shrugs before getting up.

“All done.”

“Thank fuck. I am never letting you talk me into doing this again. I feel like a naked mole rat.” I take a deep breath trying to calm my raging heart.

“Well, you’ll be the hottest naked mole rat today. Now get dressed, I have magic to work.” Becca grabs her bag before leaving the room. I get dressed cringing as my leggings rub against my now tender flesh. I reach for my phone to check the time when I remember I forget to message him back. When I got back from the student union Becca dragged me out of the dorm claiming we were already running late.

Him: I heard a new rumor about you today.

Me: Oh really. Now what? *Eye roll emoji*

Him: That you have a boyfriend and that he is crazy. Is he crazier than me?

Me: Wow! News travels fast and no. No boyfriend. But I did have someone ask me out so I told him I had a crazy boyfriend.

Him: Were you thinking of me when you said it?

Shit. I was but I can’t tell him that. If anyone knew I was actually crushing on my stalker that I didn’t know and had dirty as fuck thoughts about him, they would think I was unhinged myself. Which to be fair I might be because the things I want this man to do to me are not considered normal.

Me: Maybe.

Him: Good girl. Now finish getting ready. We have a game to start soon.

Me: You never gave me a sneak peek of what I’m going to win. You made a deal last night.

Him: You want a sneak peek?

Me: Yes.

After a minute of no reply, I figure he is going to leave me hanging. I go to put my phone away when a picture notification flashes on my phone. I tap the button to open the message but what I see causes my breath to still in my chest. Holy shit. I didn’t think a dick pic could turn my pussy into a needy hussy, but damn. My stalker sent a picture of a monster cock. Thick, long, and veiny but a gleam of silver catches my eye. He has a Jacob’s ladder with what looks like three piercings down the bottom of his shaft and there goes my dry panties.

Him: Catch me if you can, Sunshine. Good luck.

The door swinging up startles me, my hand flying to my chest in alarm. “What is taking you so long?”

“Jesus Becca, ever heard of knocking. You scared me half to death.” She rolls her eyes and begins to tap her foot while checking her imaginary watch. Drama queen.

“Let’s go.” I lock my phone and grab my purse. Bella grins wide in my direction.

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