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How the hell am I supposed to forget him now? I was already messed up from what happened at the club, and now, instead of extinguishing the spark that sizzled between us, I truly set everything on fire. The only problem is that the fire is still burning, and I don’t know what to do about that.

Chapter 19

IGROAN INTO MY PILLOW, then roll over and stare at the ceiling.

I fucked Victor.

It happened. It really happened, and instead of being disgusted, I crave him even more. How is that possible? I should despise him, and I do. But there’s also something—some dark kind of energy—that takes me over whenever I’m near him.

Will he leave me alone now? He got what he wanted, and I’m probably just another girl on his list. But he’s weird. I never know how he’s going to react. Hedidtell me to come again.

I punch my pillow again and again because I’m so mad. No matter what I do, I can’t find anything that could help me gain control over the situation with Victor. Maybe I should look for his sister—if that girl in the photo is his sister—but who knows where she is?

Besides, she has nothing to do with any of this, and I doubt she’d go against her brother, so the whole thing would be pointless.

Once again, I have nothing. Except for the ache low in my stomach that makes me wish Victor was right next to me so I could shove his head between my legs and feel better. Being with him is like a strange version of a high, and he’s a very dangerous, addictive drug.

My phone buzzes. Then it buzzes again. And again. I open the messages and gasp. What the hell? I’m getting dick pics and guys are asking me for the price of my services. Huh?

As my phone keeps buzzing, I search social media. It can’t be a coincidence that my number was leaked right now. It’s Victor again.

I find a photo of a flyer that has been posted all over the college. It has my number and name, and it’s an ad offering sexual services. That’s just...

I’m going to need to change my number because my phone is blowing up, and I have to get those flyers down before someone at Emberwell thinks that I’m the one who put them up. Maybe Victor is now solely focused on getting me kicked out because he no longer needs me there.

I hop off the bed and hurry to get dressed.

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IRUN THROUGH EVERYEmberwell building and rip off all the flyers I can find. If there are more hiding somewhere or if Victor puts them up again, I’m going to scream.

Just as I stride down the hallway, I see him. He’s lounging against the wall and scrolling through something on his phone.

“You!” I yell as I come face-to-face with him.

He gives me an icy smile. “Hi, Noemi. I won’t be buying your services today. You can go find another victim.”

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