Page 153 of Broken by my Bully
A manic laugh shoots past my lips before I can clamp my jaw closed.
Little Miss Heavenly thinks she can hide from me? Burrow into this sorority house like it’s some kind of fortress? Move in with her rich little friends and her sugar daddy professor?
All she’s done is moved closer. Fucking minutes down the street from me.
She thinks she’s safe?
I’ve been sneaking in and out of windows since I was a kid.
I drag my fingers through my hair and head for the GAZ dining room. There are voices up ahead, some masculine, most feminine. The others are already here.
I’m the only one who’s late.
Me…and Haven.
When I turn to take my seat, ignoring a girl who turns to wrinkle her nose at me, and I see Haven walking in behind Melissa, I fall more than sit in the French-upholstered chair.
She gives me a nervous glance and pulls out a chair beside Melissa, keeping her eyes averted.
I cross my arms over my chest, kick my chair onto its back legs, and rock.
The guy sitting next to me leans closer, turning his back to the rest of the table. “Bro, you just spark up?”
How the hell did he smell anything through my cologne? Guy’s got the nose of a narco dog.
I cock an eyebrow at him. “Yeah, so?”
I think he’s from the frat next door to ours. They’re mostly jocks and party animals.
He shrugs. “Wanna roll a fat one after this?”
I grin. “Sure.”
My gaze flicks back to Haven. She’s staring at Hillary, GAZ’s head honcho—a slack-faced brunette with hair extensions, lip filler, fake nails, fake tits.
But as if feeling my eyes on her, she gives me another nervous glance.
I can see her throat move as she swallows.
Yeah, Little Miss Heavenly.
Didn’t realize you’d be next-door neighbors with your worst enemy, did you?
But it’s not just her I want to destroy anymore. It’s him too.
Professor Bastian fucking Rooke with his Tesla and his designer clothes and his hands all over what’smine.
He thinks he’s so clever, playing savior. Probably gets off on rescuing poor girls, making them grateful, making them spread their legs for whatever crumbs he scatters their way.
Well, this time he picked the wrong fucking girl.
Haven doesn’t need saving.
She needsbreaking.
And when I’m done with her, he’ll be next.
Kai
