Page 64 of Brutal Prince

“I don’t think that’s appropriate,” someone called out sternly. Gretta froze under me, glancing in the direction of the voice and squirmed when she saw who it was. I turned my head seeing only a black shadow engulfed in sunlight. I squinted and used my hand to shield my eyes from the glare. “I’m sure you can find a more private setting for this particular pursuit.”

“Oh my god,” Gretta gasped embarrassed. “Who was that?”

“You mean you don’t know?”

“No.”

“Jonathon Wheeler.”

She shrugged her narrow shoulders, until it dawned on her and she slapped her hand over her mouth in horror. “The son of the president of KVU.”

“Correct.”

“How do you know him?” she asked curiously.

“Up until last year he was the president of the Snake and Chalice and…fuck…doesn’t everyone know him.”

“True,” she said, pressing her lips against my cheek, bringing me back to the important stuff.

“Now, where were we?” I crooned, slowly pulling down the zip of her jeans.

“You know Lise Fontaine was caught in a compromising position with him a couple of years ago.”

“I’m sure many women were caught spread eagle with him and…enough talking. Get stroking,” luring her hand back where it belonged.

“I wonder what he’s doing here?” she moaned.

“Are you still talking about that loser?”

“Didn’t he graduate last year?”

“Yeah.”

“So, why is he back?”

“To visit his father maybe.”

“Oh yeah.”

Despite the heavy foot traffic that invaded our romance, we managed to get each other off. I ejaculated into her hand after she stroked me roughly, just how I liked it. And I slipped my hand under her jeans and played with her swollen clit until she came.

When we zipped ourselves up and adjusted our clothes, I noticed a figure standing in a nearby bush facing our direction. It was as if he was watching the entire time. Feeling his eyes on me, I cupped Gretta’s face and kissed her deliberately long and passionately. When I finally pulled away, he was gone, just like I knew he would be.

THIRTY ONE

Ollie

After a day spent in the sun eating, drinking and kissing, Gretta headed home to check on her mom with the promise to come back to my place to stay some of the night. She never stayed over the entire night due to her mom being an invalid. I enjoyed Gretta in my bed, the curve of her warm taut body pressing against me. I liked the scent if her shampoo left on my pillow and short red hair found in my clothes. I smiled running up two flights of stairs to the top floor where the juniors slept.

My smile dropped away when I got to the top of the stairs and looked to the hallway to my door. It was open a crack. I swear I locked it. I always fucking lock it.

Cautiously, I pushed the door open and it squealed so damn loud that I shivered a little. With my heart thudding against my ribcage rendering me breathless, I stepped across the threshold. On first glance nothing seemed out of place, yet somehow that made it worst. To come home to a ransacked bedroom would haunt me less. Someone took care and treaded carefully, yet still wanted me to know that they invaded my privacy by leaving the door ajar. This was game playing. Someone was trying to psyche me out.

The door wasn’t tampered with and there were only two keys to my bedroom, both in my possession. The answer lay with the window. Because I was on the third floor, I often left it open a few inches with the confidence that no one would or could scale up the house to climb in. Besides, there were a thousand easier ways to break in including just walking through the front door.

I checked my closet and drawers and found nothing missing, yet I knew something wasn’t right. I slid my hand to the back of the second drawer where I hid my spare cell phone in a sock and sighed in relief when I found it still there. I rarely used it and kept it for a single purpose.

I noticed the battery had gone flat, which meant whoever broke into my room would’ve had to charge it first before viewing it. Obviously, they didn’t go that far to snoop. Not that there’s anything worth reading on that cell because I delete messages as soon as I’ve read them or sent them. I’m no idiot.

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