Page 25 of Vexed
“His costume on Halloween. He was the Grim Reaper, a fucking hot one if I might add.” She says, fanning her face with her hands.
Fuck. Me. I let out a long breath and nod before laughing along with her. Paranoid is an understatement at this point.
My mind clouds with the memories of that night. His penetrating gaze, his shadows enveloping my body, his deliciously skilled tongue that knew exactly what to do. I feel heat rush to my face as I replay the image of him between my legs over and over again. Jesus, get a grip woman.
After leaving Carrie’s Cafe, we head to the nearest clothing store. This is like our own type of tradition. At least twice a week we would go to Carrie’s Cafe and then head to do some shopping.
Hannah wanted to pick out something to wear to the game this weekend. I have no idea what it is with her and getting stuff done at the last minute.
As we walk and chat, a sound of a crow catches my attention. I discreetly gaze around me, and there across the street on one of the railings of a restaurant sits a few crows. I watch each one of them, trying to figure out if one of them is him.
Some of them peck around on the pole, others flop down and search for food on the ground. But one stands out to me, he sits completely still, watching me. It’s him. I just know it.
Hello there, Mr death.I say the words in my head. The bird cocks his head slightly before a deep voice resonates in my mind causing me to let out a gasp.
Hello to you, pretty girl.
“Everything alright?” Hannah asks.
I dragged my gaze back to her before giving a small smile, “Yep, all good.” I’ll never get used to the overwhelmingly dizzy feeling I get every time he invades my mind.
It’s the same feeling you get when you’ve spun around in a circle for too long. But the feeling only lasts a few seconds—depending on how long he wants to stay in my head.
We were in about three more shops before she finally found something she wanted to wear and I practically clapped my hands when we finally got home. And of course, Jason was here waiting for her to take her out for an early dinner.
She really likes him, and as far as I can tell—he likes her too. Let’s just hope he’s not as much of an asshole like Austin.
I grab a glass from the cupboard and pour myself a glass of water before heading to my room. As I open my door, I let out a yelp and the glass slips from my hand, shattering on the floor. Fucking hell.
Vex stares at me amused as I shoot daggers at him, kneeling down to pick up the glass scattered on the floor. It’s his fucking fault, the least he could do is help me.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He casually says.
“If I cut myself with this glass, I’m going to strangle you.” I retorted, pulling a chuckle out of him that has my insides turning liquid.
“Promise?” He teases as he takes a seat at my desk and watches me intensely.
I try and fail to ignore the warm feeling building in my lower belly, playing out the image in my head.
I wonder what he’d look like to be the one beneathme, begging formymercy.
After I successfully picked up every piece of glass and wiped up the water that splattered all over the place, I placed my hands on my hips and glared at him. By the look on his face, he finds my annoyance very amusing. Bastard.
“Thanks for helping,” I say sarcastically.
“You did such a good job all on your own, I didn’t want to intervene—plus, I was afraid if I came too close, you would stab me with a piece of glass.”
I huff, walking over to my bed and flop down.
“You know,” he starts. “I don’t remember giving you permission to write such…erotic stories about me.” My heart basically stops beating as I jolt up from the bed and stare at him with wide eyes.
It feels like I just fucking died and my soul went to hell.
“W—what?” I stammer, my heart pounding in my chest.
He smirks, slightly turning and grabbing my notes off the desk. He clears his throat before reading what I wrote down.
“He pulled me down onto his lap, my back facing him and each leg on either side of his own before he demanded I‘ride his thigh like the needy little slut I am’.“ He finishes, lifting his silver eyes to meet my wide blue ones.
