Page 25 of Chaos & Corruption

I don’t argue and that’s partly because I’m mad at myself for missing the clue. But also because it looks like Alex isn’t the only one dodging bullets around here. As awful as I’ve been to him, he saw a bullet headed straight for me and he didn’t even let it graze me.

He saved me…

Again.

Nine

Alex Reggiano

I wasn’t takingany chances and by that I mean, I wasn’t going to stand around and give Victoria an opportunity to walk away from me. Not after I saw her standing there with Jennings and certainly not after she admitted she thought I was part of the Scorpio Society. That’s why I followed her to the woman’s locker room and have been standing here like a guard dog outside the door while she changes out of her soaking wet clothes.

I know now is not the time to bring it up, but we’re going to have to circle back and discuss Victoria’s tits at some point and how her nipples were basically shouting for me to take them into my mouth. One would think my attraction to her would’ve diminished after she reamed me out in front of everyone and called me a heinous monster or whatever the fucking term was, but nope—still got it bad for her. A point I proved when I first saw her in the gym wearing those skintight leggings that leave absolutely nothing to the imagination. I barely had a chance to tame the erection tenting my pants when I saw Jennings go over to her.

Seeing him with her did the trick, though, and I forgot how much I wanted to peel those pants down her legs. I stared at that fucking tattoo on his neck and rage instantly filled my veins. It didn’t matter that she hated me, or that I was supposed to be mad at her for ghosting me. I needed to get her away from that sleazy motherfucker.

But staking my claim like I did, dragging her into the locker room and hauling her into the shower with me, puts us both in the line of fire. Now Jennings will be watching us like a fucking hawk, waiting for us to slip up so he can make his move.

“Fuck,” I growl, combing my fingers roughly through my hair.

A girl walks out of the locker room and eyes me wearily.

“What?” I snap.

“You’re dripping all over the floor.” She points to the puddle surrounding my sneakers. “Someone is going to slip.”

“Then I guess you better grab a mop,” I sneer.

Her eyes widen and she hikes her gym bag over her shoulder.

“Dick,” she mutters under her breath and stalks off.

Tell me something I don’t already know or at least be original.

Rolling my eyes, I glance over my shoulder. How long does it take for a girl to change? I would’ve had her out of those wet clothes in five point five seconds. She must be telepathic because she finally emerges from the locker room, dressed in a pair of jeans and a low-cut t-shirt that hugs those fabulous tits of hers. Topping off the look is her signature scowl.

Grinding my molars, I throw my arm around her shoulders and drag her into the crook of my arm.

“Why are you touching me and why haven’t you changed? You’re going to get me wet.”

If I were touching her like I really want to the puddle on the floor would have little to do with my clothes.

“From your mouth to God’s ears,” I mutter under my breath and pull her even closer.

You know for the sake of appearances, not because she smells fantastic or fits perfectly against my side. And certainly not because I’d really like to get her wet.

So fucking wet.

~*~

“Okay, well, are you going to start talking?” she asks from beside me. As soon as we stepped out of the gym, she pushed me away from her. I was expecting her to put up a fight when I started to lead her toward my car, but she didn’t. We got in my car and it’s been a silent drive up until now.

Keeping my eyes on the road, I shrug my shoulders.

I think the reason neither of us have said anything to one another is because we don’t know where to begin. But now that she’s opened the can of worms, I’d really like to begin with why in God’s name she would think I’m involved with the elites. I mean, yeah, we run in some of the same circles, but is that the rumor around here? Do people really think I am a twisted fuck like them?

“That depends… are you?” I return.

A little noise escapes the back of her throat and her eyes move to me, drilling a hole in the side of my head. The girl is hot as hell when she’s mad. I bet the hate sex would be crazy good.

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