Page 65 of The Invite
The guys all around him snicker.
He aims the last remark at Scarlett. However, it touches a nerve in me too.
Am I not guilty of the same?
Yesterday when Augustus took me on the stairs, I didn’t see the monster overpowering me. All I could picture was him on that bike, strumming my pussy the way he was revving his engine and wishing he was wearing his gear.
A treacherous part of mewas also disappointed he didn’t have his mask on like the last two times.
“Language,” I scold Kaid.
“Sorry, Miss Davenport.” He doesn’t look apologetic and leans back smugly. Wolf smacking him on the back.
“The last point aside,” I say loudly, drawing everyone’s attention back to the topic. “There’s a certain thrill in the unknown. A power trip. Pretending to be someone you’re not just for that rush. But are the masks only tangible? Often, a person can be just as deadly without one. Which one do you think is more dangerous?”
As athoughtful and pensive look crosses their eyes, the bell rings. Before they all can disperse, I give them an assignment.
“I want you all to think about what we discussed today and write an essay about your favorite masked man, whether from a movie or social media.” Surprise flickers on their faces, making me amused. “I may be your teacher but I’m not that old.”
Gathering my things, I exit the room with a skip in my step.
If only the rest of the day would go just as well.
CHAPTER – 17
Nessa
There was no sign of Augustus when Ace dropped me off at home, which was a relief.
But now that the sun has set and I’m finished with my dinner, I’m on high alert and jittery with nerves. Awareness creeps into my skin, raising goosebumps.
He’d be here soon.
My masked monster.
Unlike the other times, I’m prepared tonight. Well, as prepared as I can be. I’ve switched off all the lights in my house and locked the front door. Grabbing a butcher knife from the kitchen, I wait in the living room and stay on guard.
I’m ready to stay up all night if that’s what it takes.
Shifting the curtain over the window slightly to the side, I watch the street. A random car drives past, sending my pulse fluttering for a second.
It’s after ten.
Where is he?
What if he’s skipping tonight?
Ha. No way. I roll my eyes. It sounds comical saying it even in my own head.
Peeping through the minuscule gap, I become restless and bored the longer the road remains deserted. In the distance, I hear only the buzzing noise of insects and mosquitoes mixed with the howls of animals.
One of the streetlamps flickers, feeling like an omen. When it doesn’t stop blinking, I frown and gasp when it suddenly goes off. My room is engulfed by darkness, and the moonlight is my only source of light.
Suddenly, my ass vibrates and I let go of the curtain that blocks the moon.
A scared squeak leaves my lips before I realize it’s just my phone buzzing in my back pocket. Irritated, I yank it out. The screen illuminates and my eyes widen.
@thedeviluworship: I can see you peeking, little prey.
