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I’d been intending to delete them. Instead, I ended up with my cock in my hand, stroking it as forcefully as I’d held onto her throat until I came so hard, it felt like I’d left my body.
Even just thinking about it, my cock is getting hard.
“Sorry, buddy. That bitch is gone. Gotta find you a new plaything…” I stop walking. “What. The. Fuck?”
I’m too high for this shit.
Weed doesn’t make you hallucinate.
But this, what I’m seeing? It can’t be real.
Rooke’s Tesla parked outside the GAZ sorority house isn’t out of the ordinary. He sometimes gets involved in social things. It’s the Land Rover that pulls up beside his car that I’m staring at.
Because I swear to fucking God, when the interior light comes on, it looks like Haven is behind the wheel.
But that’s fucked up, because at the diner she was getting into a shitty sedan from the early nineties held together with duct tape and prayers, not a Land Rover.
Also, she shouldn’t even be here.
I mean, fuck it, I almost strangled her to death. That should have been enough to send her back to Riverside, tail between her legs.
I’m close enough for her to look over my way and see me, so I flatten myself against the side of the GAZ house, trying to become one with the shadows.
The door opens, and Haven hops out, her mousy brown hair bobbing on her shoulders. It’s wild, like she was rolling around on someone’s bed. And her dress is creased, which just kinda cements the whole fucking scenario in my mind.
She fucked him.
She fuckingfuckedhim.
A jolt of adrenaline shoots through me, my heart feeling like it wants to seize up.
I hear the odd word as she walks around the front of the car to speak to someone.
“…driving…keep up…crashed into…”
Professor Rooke appears.
I plow through a row of cute little flowers as I inch along the wall, trying to get closer without being spotted.
“…make me regret this,” he says.
There’s a fucking bougainvillea in my way, but I part just enough leaves so I can see the two of them through it. Haven is holding out something to Rooke, but he pushes her hand away, closing her fingers over whatever she was offering.
Car keys? Money?
The fury that hits me is almost physical. I tear out a handful of leaves as my hand clenches.
She’s mine to destroy. Nothisto save.
“Here you are! I thought you’d driven off a cliff.” Melissa bounces down the steps of the GAZ house, and Rooke quickly takes his hand off of Haven’s. She lowers hers a little slower, frowning at him as he turns to Melissa.
I have to force air back into my lungs.
Nuh-uh. I’m way too high for this shit.
That touch wasintimate.
Fuck this shit.
