Page 12 of King of Inferno

I lift my hand in the air but keep moving. I don’t know why I keep coming back here. What I do know is that we need to find the others. Maybe then we can find answers that will help the rest of us find our mates.

Danger

Istand in my room naked, staring into the full-length mirror. Tonight is my date with Ferg. I took a shower and now I need to get dressed.

However, I have no idea what to wear. I’m going to the diner to study, so I don’t want to look too dressed up. I also don’t want to look like I’m trying too hard.

Still, if Big Red comes in, I want him to eat his heart out for not asking me out first. I cup my little breasts and chew on my lip. With those big hands, he probably passed because of these mosquito bites.

I turn sideways and groan. All this ass could have been divided up to at least get me a solid C cup. Turning fully and looking back over my shoulder, I lift on my toes and clap my cheeks.

I can’t help laughing to myself. This wagon might have gotten me through college faster if I weren’t so shy. I turn back around and squeeze my breasts together.

“Go with a corset top. It will make them look bigger and a pair of liquid jeans. Maybe he’s an ass man,” I mutter to myself and shrug.

I snap my fingers as the perfect outfit comes to mind. The top has a corset bodice with flirty sheer sleeves. The jeans I have in mind fit like a second skin and are embellished with rhinestones. I even have a pair of wedges that will give me some height.

My heart skips a beat as I think of Big Red. It’s been two days since I’ve seen him. I rub at my chest.

Can you miss someone you don’t know? I’ve gotten so used to seeing him. I’ve worked double shifts, and still, he was there when I arrived to get my studying done. A morning or two, I’d gone to the diner to get my schoolwork done first because this place is a zoo and I can’t think straight.

Even then, he has walked in in all his fine glory. I shake my head. When did I become so obsessed with a man I don’t know?

I slip on a red thong and give myself one more once-over. I’m so tempted to lie on the bed and rub one out to thoughts of all that red hair between my legs. I bet my orgasm would be as powerful as he looks.

I roll my eyes at myself. This date isn’t even with him. I need to pull it together. Good thing I don’t know his name. Wouldn’t put it past my scrambled brain to call Ferg by the wrong name.

I look at the time and growl at myself. I really do need to get some studying in before my date. Shrugging off all my wayward thoughts, I head to my jewelry box for my hoop earrings.

The moment I open the box, fire runs through me. My hoops are missing and so are my bracelets Angel had been eyeing. My fingers tingle as if sparks of anger can fly from them.

I need to move out of here. The lack of boundaries has reached new heights. Placing a hand over my belly, I remember the weekend I decided to be adventurous.

I’d gone to a fair upstate, and while there, I got these bracelets. They were something just for me, a little splurge on myself. I glance at the time and I’m pissed all over again.

I need to get to the diner to study. Storming out of my room, I go in search of Angel. I find her and Leona in the living room eating cereal, my cereal. I ball my fists. Ugh, I hate it here.

“Where are my earrings and bracelets?” I growl, surprising myself.

“Oh, I borrowed them the other day for my date,” Angel says and shrugs like it’s no big deal.

“You better go get my shit and clean them. Now. By the time I’m walking out of the door, I better have those fucking earrings and bracelets in my hands,” I seethe.

“Oh shit,” Leona breathes.

“And you put my money for that cereal on my desk. I told you last week to stop eating my shit. I can’t afford to sponsor you trifling, disrespectful bitches and I’m not your fucking doormat to keep stepping on. I’ve had enough,” I snap.

The sound of a slow clap breaks through the tension in the room. I turn to find Tangy leaning against the wall with an amused grin on her lips as she claps.

“I’m here for it. I told y’all to stop underestimating her. I would have been whipped both y’alls asses,” Tangy sings.

I roll my eyes and turn back for my room. Once inside, I do have to give myself a pat on the back. I never speak up for myself.

I don’t even know where that just came from. I look in the mirror and give myself a smile. I still feel that tingling in my fingers, and my chest is so warm.

I close my eyes and take a calming breath. I’m not about to let these bitches give me a heart attack or stroke. Maybe it’s time I look for a new place with new roommates.

“I can come out of my comfort zone for some peace. It’s only going to be for four months or so,” I mutter to myself.

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