Page 31 of I'm Not in Love (I Promise)

“Oh yeah, Blake? You want me to be like Ethan?” I brace a hand on either side of the car, caging her in until there’s not an inch between us. “You like this? Should I pull on your clothes? Stick my tongue in your mouth? Fuck you when you’re telling me no?”

Her chest heaves but she doesn’t back down. “It wasn’t like that.”

“Wasn’t it? Or how about I go fuck someone else then come crawling back to you?”

“Fuck off.” A tear leaks from the corner of her eye and I back away a step. “Leave me alone.”

I smooth my finger down her face, capturing her tear. “I’ll never leave you alone, Blake. That’s the difference. I’ll never do what he did. When I say you’re mine, that means you’re the only one I see, the only one I want, the only one I need.”

Without thinking it through, I pull off my mask. Blake’s breath catches in her throat and she leans closer. “You. At the gala.”

“That’s right, sweetheart.” Wrapping my hands around her waist I pull her in and ghost my lips over hers, capturing her breath. “I’m everywhere you are. Remember that.”

Stepping to the side, I open the car door and usher her in. She’s rendered speechless, a rare feat. I lean in and buckle her, before whispering against her ear. “Say his name again and I’ll stuff your mouth so full of my cock that you’ll be tasting me for weeks.”

Grinning, I shut her door and walk around the car.

“When you say breakingand entering, what exactly do you mean?” We’re a few minutes from her house and she’s finally speaking to me again. She’s avoiding looking at me though. I’ll have to change that later.

“My friend ran out of painkillers,” I tell her. “He’s miserable and we’re trying to avoid taking him to a hospital.”

“Because you’re criminals,” she states matter-of-factly.

I raise a brow and laugh. “No, we’re not the criminals. But we need to avoid any complications, like the cops.”

“Which is exactly what a criminal would say.” She folds her hands over her chest, squeezing her tits together. Fucking hell, they’re perfect.

“Criminal, vigilante, call me whatever you want. Just tell me where I can get meds.” I pull up to a red light and glance over at her. She’s biting that lip again, thinking.

“There might be some at Eth—” She stops, taking in the way my body instantly stiffens. Will she test me? I’d love to teach her that my threats are never empty. “You’re ridiculous.” She huffs but continues. “Hisparent’s house.Healways got his meds directly from their stash at home.”

Sounds like a sure thing. “What’s their address?”

It takes us about thirty minutes to get there. Darkness swallows the car as I turn off my headlights and park down the road from the address. While Blake unbuckles, I open my app and check to see where Ethan’s car is, finding it still parked at his apartment near campus. Was he still in the hospital? Or nursing his wounded dick at mommy and daddy’s house? I’d love to pop in on him and say hello.

“What should we do if they’re home?” Blake says, pulling her hair up.

“I’ll worry about that.” She has no idea how well I keep to the shadows. We start our ten minute walk to their house, Blake carrying her black backpack purse.

There must be an acre or more of property between the giant new builds in this neighborhood. All perfectly manicured lawns and gleaming aluminum siding. I prefer older homes, built with character. Not these cookie cutter wastes of space. The studio apartments I grew up in would fit inside these homes ten times over and still have enough room for a family of four.

“You want a house like this one day? A big mansion for Doctor Blake?”

She’s thoughtful as we walk. I wait for her to answer, listening to the sound of a screech owl in the distance. “At one time I did. I guess I thought if I had a big house, a fancy car, enough money in the bank to blow cash on a whim, that I’d finally have made it. Been someone my family could be proud of.”

“Makes sense,” I say. “It’s what most people want out of life.”

She shrugs. “I guess. I just don’t know if that’s the life for me anymore. Living in that big house, alone most of the time, has been pretty eye opening. That and seeing how Eth—helives. Money can change people, but I won’t let it change me.”

“So no mansion?” I ask, taking her hand. She glances down at it before pulling away.

“Nope, I’d much prefer a smaller house. Older too, something with character.” I know my dimples are out as I grin.

“We’ll need enough bedrooms for our kids though,” I say. She slows her steps and glares at me, crossing her chest.

“Once again, you’re insane. I don’t even know your name.”

I contemplate blurting it out right then and there but edging her is so much more fun. “I’ll tell you my name when you’re ready to scream it, Angel. Until then, you’ll just have to use your imagination.”

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