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His muscles flexing.

His powerful thrusts.

And then I come, letting out a long, satisfied sigh. But it’s not enough, and my orgasm is nowhere near as strong as the one Victor gave me.

I burst into laughter.

Now I’m going to be craving Victor, really? I glance at the photo he sent me again. Why did he do that? Doesn’t he think that’s risky? Or does he not care if the photo ends up in the wrong hands?

I could share it with everyone in my class and prove that he’s the one pursuing me. Unless he wants me to do exactly that so I’d get kicked out of college for sharing inappropriate pics. For all I know, he sends stuff like that to all the girls, and he can get away with it.

But does he even like me? Or just wants to add me to his list of conquests? And why is he trying to make my life hell at the same time? He’s a mystery.

I need to come up with something against him that won’t backfire. He thinks he has me right where he wants me, and maybe that’s true right now, but I won’t let him win.

Chapter 15

AS I SHOP FOR GROCERIES, I can’t shake off the sensation that someone’s watching me. But whenever I look around, I can’t see anyone suspicious. Being around Victor has really made me paranoid.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spot a dark shadow. I quickly turn my head. No one’s there, but a bag of chips falls off the shelf. Someone was there, and they moved quickly enough to make the bag fall.

Is it Victor? But why would he be here? Unless he’s still stalking me. He hasn’t reached out to me after sending me that photo, and nothing happened today in class. What is he up to now?

If he plans to shame me for buying my groceries in a cheap supermarket, that’s just plain stupid and everyone will wonder why he was here in the first place. Maybe I should take a photo of him. It would be more embarrassing and humiliating for him to be caught here than for me.

I pull out my phone and stride with my cart, checking all the isles.

Victor, Victor, where are you hiding?

I don’t see him anywhere, so I stop in front of a shelf with drinks and turn on the front camera on my phone so I can see who’s behind me.

As I pretend to be busy picking out juice, I keep glancing at my phone screen.

There!

Victor peeks out from behind a shelf. He’s wearing a hoodie over his head, but I know it’s him. I quickly snap a photo and spin around, but he ducks out of sight.

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