Page 30 of Pretty Little Fears

Openingmy phone,Iclick the app that’s connected to the hidden cameras inBlair’sroom.Similarto any other addiction,Ican't go more than a few hours without having my fix of her.Myeyes stay glued to the screen as she cleans up her space.Shestops in front of the mirror fixing her hair.

Whatis she doing?Isshe getting ready for something?

Iswitch over to our text thread and send her a message.

Me: What are you doing?

Iswitch back over to the cameras to see what she's doing.Afrown covers my face whenIdon’t see her on any of the camera angles.She'sno longer in her room, so she must have left.Idecide to use this time to get out of bed, take care of my hardening cock, and shower.Preferablyin that order.

Iturn on the water and wait for it to heat up whileIstrip out of my clothes.Steppinginside of the warm spray,Imake quick work of washing myself.

Mycock still bobs against my abdomen.Reachingdown,Irub my hand harshly down my length when my phone pings with the tell-tale sign of movement coming fromBlair’scameras.

Thenoise has me dropping my hand and shutting off the water.Gettingout,Iwrap a towel around my waist and grab another to start rubbing on my damp hair while picking up my phone to see what she’s doing.

Ipull up the app, ready to see my little obsession again when my spine stiffens and my fist starts to clench around my phone.

Blairis walking around her room gathering textbooks and supplies and placing them at the desk, but that's not what has red seeping into the corners of my vision.No.It'sthe guy that trails into the room behind her,Braxton.Asshe walks out of the room, he stares at her ass, not even trying to be sneaky about it in the slightest.

Surprisedmy phone hasn't snapped with the grip my fist has on it,Igo back to our messages and see she hasn't even looked at the last oneIsent.Lettingout an annoyed huff,Igo back to the cameras and set it up soIcan watch asIget dressed.

Blairwalks back into her room with a soft smile on her face.Myblood boils knowingIcan’t just reach into the screen and snap his neck right now.Ifocus onBlair’sfacial expressions and body language to see if she’s really into this douchebag.

Blairsits on the side of the bed while he sits at her neighboring desk, pretending to be interested in whatever business bullshit she's explaining to him.Heplaces his hand on her knee and starts rubbing his thumb back and forth.

Everyfiber of my being vibrates with the need to hurt him.Iwatch asBlairstiffens and wiggles uncomfortably in her spot.Myheart pumps harder asIthink of all the waysI’mgoing to inflict pain on him.

Heshines that charming smile at her andIwatch asBlairpushes out one that doesn’t quite reach her eyes.Braxtoncontinues to caress her knee while attempting to switch the conversation to nonsense.Aftera few minutes, she scoots further back onto the bed and his hand falls away.

Iwatch as they continue studying.Braxtontries to make moves that look like they haveBlairgrowing uneasy and that's whenI'vehad enough.Thelingering stares and constant touches have a feral need buzzing through my skin and bones.Iwas going to sit and let it play out, maybe teach her a lesson, but he needs to learn one first.

Ipull a black hoodie over my t-shirt and tug the hood up asImake quick work of the distance between our houses.It'sgetting darker at an earlier time now, which plays in my favor.

WhenIget to her property,Ilean against the side of her house, waiting for the piece of shit to make his way out.Hethinks he can touch what's mine?Lookat what's mine?Evenfucking breathe around what's mine?

No. he doesn't get to know what her soft skin feels like under his fingers.Anyonewho tries will ultimately regret it.Thesimplethoughtof trying will earn them an immediate death.

Myears perk up and my head snaps in the direction of her door as it opens and he makes his way outside.Carefulto not make a sound,Icome up behind him and quickly place a hand over his mouth and nose.Heimmediately starts to fight my hold, and he's a big dude but not as big as me.Definitelynot as pissed off either.

Itake my other hand and squeeze his neck. “YouandIare gonna have a little talk,”Igrowl, squeezing until my knuckles turn white.Heeventually loses his fight to the lack of air and passes out.

Hisbody drops with a thud to the ground asIrememberI’minBlair’syard.Quicklygrabbing the heavy fuck,Idrag him to a shadowed spot along the house.

Ipull out my phone and callGrimm.Themost unhinged guyIknow, but also loyal like no other.IntrueGrimmfashion, he picks up after the first ring.

“What’sup, baby?”

Thatmakes me chuckle asIshake my head. “Doyou, by any chance, have a pumpkin carving kit lying around?”

“Yeah,I’msureIhave one somewhere.Why?Arewe recommencing our wonderful traditions?”Heasks.

“Uh, yeah you could say that.I’llsend you my location.Ineed you to help me moveBraxton…Bringthe tools and some chloroform too.”

Fora moment,I’mmet with silence until he finally responds.

“Whatdo we need chloroform for?Whydo you haveBraxton?”Ican hear the amusement lacing his tone.

“I’llexplain later.Anddoes it matter to you?Iknow you have it, you psycho.”Igrunt.

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