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“Are you delusional, Athens? My mother went through the same thing, only she didn’t make it out alive!” I yell, ripping her arms from around my neck. “Is that the lie he fed you, making you believe it was rough sex?”

“Why are you so mad? Did you think that once I found out you were the one that introduced me to the joys of pain and pleasure during sex, that I would fall at your feet and beg you to love me?” When I don’t answer, she keeps going. “Well, Ace, I’m sorry to break it to you, but just because you dicked me down like I needed doesn’t mean I’m going to fall in love with you.” She moves around her desk, straightening her clothes, and trying to fix her hair.

“I don’t love anyone, and I sure as hell wouldn’t fall in love with someone likeyou.” I see the hurt in her eyes as the words leave my mouth, putting my dick away and pulling up my pants.

“Thank you. I’m glad to know you feel that way. Now, if you will excuse me, I have a class to prepare for. Don’t bother coming to it, I don’t want to see your face for the remainder ofmyday.” She seethes, giving me her back.

“This is far from over, Athens. I will see you athome.” I say, grabbing her by her hair and pulling her backwards as I slam our lips together in a forceful peck on the lips. “Make no mistake, this is the beginning of your hell.” I laugh, walking out of her office. Leaving her there to fix the mess I made, I leave the classroom and head to our real home. I whip out my phone and dial Karter.

“What up?”

“I know who my mystery woman is from the party three years ago, and I’m about to ruin her life. You and the guys meet me at the house so we can start planning her downfall.” I disconnected the call. That woman has me so fucking mad, that rather than love her, I want to hate her. Only, it’s not that easy. At least I can pretend to and give her hell at the same time.

“This means war, Athens.” I declare as I tear across the parking lot, heading straight to my car.

Chapter Nineteen

Athens

Thenerveofthatjerk. And to think, I thought myself in love with him or Ace or whatever the fuck he goes by.

Now that I have time to think about it, it’s really laughable. I’m fucking delusional or either I’m going crazy. I can’t believe I almost risked it all with Bash for his fucking son.

At the mention of his name, my phone begins to ring and to my surprise… It’s Bash. How in the hell does he always do that?

I sigh, answering the phone, “Hello?”

“Hello, my love. How are you?” His more than chipper attitude is driving me insane at the moment.

A very dry, “Fine.” escapes my lips as I wait for him to continue on.

“Athens?” His voice is direct and stern.

Ugh, “Bash?” You could say I’m still pissed from last week, but whatever.

“Don’t tell me you’re still upset about what happened between us.”

“Upset is putting it lightly, Bash. You hurt me.” I can’t believe he even has to ask. How dense can he be?

“I didn’t mean to, it’s just that I get so protective over you, and it tends to get out of hand.”

“Out of hand? Is that what the kids are calling it?” I shriek, hoping he hears the distaste in my voice.

“Athens, you’re blowing this out of portion, darling.””If you say so. Look, I have another class, and I have to go.” I slam the phone shut before he can protest.

A moment later, my phone pings with an incoming message.

Where did the O go: I’ll be home next week, I had some important business come up. I’ll take you somewhere nice, be ready for some fun.

Ugh, I roll my eyes, slamming my phone back down on my desk, more than a little aggravated by the nerve of himandhis son.

I walk to the bathroom down the hall and try to make myself presentable. I splash water on my face and wipe the remnants off before having a good look at myself in the mirror. And to my dismay, I still look like I’ve been royally fucked.

Technically I have been in more ways than one, but I don’t have time to dwell on it. Now, I have to get ready for class. A class he better not have his ass in.

Oh, how I wish I could skip, but it’s too early in the semester for me to play hooky, and I still need to make a good impression.

Leaning in to look closely in the mirror, I notice there is cum in my hair, on my chest, and blouse. Son of a whore, how am I gonna get it out of myhair? This is just horrible.

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