Page 57 of Hexed, Vexed, & Undersexed
What does that look mean?
“Bodie better watch his fucking back,” he declares omnimously, pulling out of my drenched and sated pussy.
With those words, he unwinds his belt from my hands, buckles himself back up, and marches out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him.
What.
The.
Fuck.
Just.
Happened?
He just destroyed any chance of us enjoying missionary,my ovaries comment in a daze.
And just like that, I go back to hating him.
But the funny thing about hate, there’s a thin line between it and love—and I love to hate this man.
Almost as much as I’d love for him to hate me some more.
Preferably against another mirror.
When I finally make it home, Kai is pacing angrily.
“What the fuck happened! Preston, get in here!”
My on-screen coach comes running.
“Nora, thank god you’re ok!”
Suddenly, I’m smooshed between the two men. I swallow down my guilt about Bellamy and just melt into their arms. Today’s events finally hit home, and I sag heavily against them.
“Bodie—that dickhead—tried to kill me!” I wail, my emotions finally bursting from the dam in my mind where I locked them.
“You’re ok; we’ve got you,” Preston soothes.
“Shhhh,” Kai croons. “It’s alright. We’ll dismember him later.”
I let out a watery chuckle.
“I know all the best places to hide his body parts,” he continues, and I shiver.
Is the man joking?
It’s hard to say—and I’m too much of a coward to ask.
“That’s sweet, but let's just focus on winning this competition,” I suggest.
“NO!” Preston snaps with such anger, I freeze.
Usually, he’s so calm and collected. . .
“You wouldn’t have been in any danger if not for this stupid show. We need another way to figure out how to undo the hex on your family—I won’t have anything like this happen again.”
I look at him helplessly.
