Page 49 of Wicked Tricks

I checked around to see if anyone was there.

The coast was clear, so I made the short dash to the bathroom and locked the door behind me.

“Fuck, fuck,” I chanted to myself in the mirror quietly as I ripped a brush through my hair. Stifling an angry groan, I set the brush down and leaned against the counter, gripping it tightly. I had to force myself to breathe deeply as the images from last night flooded my mind. The light bite marks and scratches on my shoulders were hard evidence of what had happened, and I couldn’t deny it even to myself. Biting my lip, I shook a hand through my hair, thinking about the way he felt - the way he fucked.

God.

I put on some makeup, attempting to cover what I could.

Never had I enjoyed sex so thoroughly, never had I let go like I had for him. Something in him brought out something in me, and I wasn’t certain that I liked it. Though I couldn’t help the tingles I felt in my core whenever I reminisced about the event.

I stepped slowly into the living area, scanning for any hint of life.

“Good morning,” Bea’s voice caused me to jump.

She stood behind the kitchen counter, not looking at me.

“Hey,” I said, my voice gruff.

“What’d you get up to last night?” she asked in an accusatory high pitch.

She hid the smirk on her face by taking a sip from her coffee, her eyes gesturing to the mess in the living room. The broken vases and glass could’ve been played off as a robbery, but our clothes gave it away.

“Leave it, Beanca,” I sighed, heading for the door.

Stepping around the shards of glass and a broken cup, I grabbed my bag and threw it over my shoulder. I didn’t know how to explain it to myself, let alone anyone else.

“Is he still here?” she whispered, raising her eyebrows.

“Yes,” I hissed as I slipped my boots on.

Bea laughed to herself, shaking her head and giving up on the interrogation. I opened the door, needing to escape.

“Wait, aren’t you going to clean this shit up?” I only just heard her muffled voice as I slammed the door behind me. I headed out onto the street, and made my way to work.

I was going to treat today like any other day.

I would go and tell Diana that I had done what I could.

My original goal was to sleep with him, this was my plan all along, wasn’t it?

I couldn’t figure out why I felt the way I did.

And I hated it.

I hated it so much, not feeling in control of myself and my emotions. This time, I couldn’t logic my way out of how I felt. I couldn’t rationally explain it. Maybe it was because of how he approached it, how he caught me off guard and just showed up at my door after giving me the silent treatment.

Hopefully now, I would never have to see him again.

I used my key to unlock the door at Lilith’s and let myself inside, finding the way to my office. I snuck my way through, avoiding the girls who were finishing up their shifts and praying that Diana wouldn’t hear about my arrival.

It was useless though, I had only just sat down before the doors flung open.

Diana had been up all night, yet she still looked flawless and utterly glamorous. It was like she was ready to take on the day or go to an important event. My heartbeat kicked in my chest as she closed the door behind her, I didn’t know what to say or how to explain my failure to her.

“How’s our little operation going?” she asked as she sat down in the chair opposite my desk, crossing her legs and leaning back.

I sighed, “he’s not giving out much, to be honest.”

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