Page 53 of Heartbreak Kings
Maybe I would get lucky and never see his ugly face again.
Yawning and exhausted, I was just a little sore from my acrobatic sex with Daniel. Thinking back over the four encounters I’d had with four very different men, I honestly couldn’t decide which I had liked better.
Nathaniel’s surprise passion had helped me give up control.
Blake’s intensity and control of my orgasm had left me craving more.
Marcus’s tenderness and patience had left me in a frenzy.
Daniel’s athleticism and sheer power had left me wondering what other positions he could twist me into and make me like it.Against the wall. On the floor. Braced against the bed and on top of it. We had all thoroughly christened this dorm room. I wondered what would happen if we had an entire house to use.Where else would we end up? Kitchen table? On top of the washer? Bathtub?No way of knowing.
Whatever else was happening, as long as I stayed with these guys, I knew my sex life was going to be anything but boring.
I sat up, yawning and stretching, feeling little twinges from the finger-bruises on my back. I could still remember his hoarse groans in my ear, as I slid from beneath the comforter and headed into my bathroom for a shower. I didn’t really want to wash his musky scent off me, but I was itchy from dried sweat and my muscles needed soothing water.
Showered off, I dressed, settling into my seat at my computer to check my email and start working on my next post. I stifled a yawn as I logged in—and immediately froze.
A badly photoshopped porn image had replaced my latest post, with my face in place of the woman’s and Carmody’s face, the man’s. The caption, “I’m a stupid whore lol,” was in red beneath it.
I immediately changed my password to a thirty-character randomized one and switched out the post, then checked again. No other alterations. Carmody had only started fucking around with my blog, apparently. It must have taken a lot of work to crack my password, and I suspected he would crack this one eventually too.
He had sent me an email as well.
You fucking whore, you had me thrown in jail.
I had to have my mother pay bail. How fucking dare you!
I’m going to rape your school records.
I’m going to rape your precious blog, your bank accounts…everything, bitch!
I’ll destroy your whole life without leaving my desk.
Heart pounding with outrage, I changed all my passwords to more elaborate ones and then called Blake.
“Did you miss your ride to breakfast?” he yawned in my ear. “I can send someone over.”
“No. Carmody got out of jail and has started on a hacking attack. I need help. It’s only a matter of time before he breaks in to my accounts again. And he’s threatening my school records.” Somehow, I kept my voice calm.
Blake was silent for a long moment, then sighed. “I’ll send our computer expert over while we search for him. If anything else happens, call me at once.”
“I will. Thank you.” I hung up and started working on a fresh blog post, giving a recap of everything Carmody had done to me that semester, the protection order, his violating the protection order, how Alpha Omega had kicked him out, his attempt to use a bunch of stupid freshmen to help him set my dorm room on fire, and how the moment his mommy paid his bail, he turned around, threatened me, hacked my blog and posted porn on it, and was trying to do worse.
I was adding a copy of the email and a cropped image of his smug face from the porn photo when I heard a sharp knock at the door. I got up at once, searching around for a weapon and then balled up my fist. “Who is it?”
“It’s Jude. Don’t be angry. I’m the team programmer.” He sounded just a touch guarded, as if he was expecting a punch in the nose when I opened the door.
He didn’t get one. I let him in and gestured to the desk. “Thanks for coming.”
He hurried past me, blond hair askew and eyes sleepy. “Give campus security a call and send them his threats. Meanwhile, I’ll take care of the rest.”
“Got it.” I sat down on the bed and got to work as he slid into my computer chair and pulled a high-end laptop out of his messenger bag. He plugged it in, got my Wi-Fi password, and started typing rapidly.
I called my bank first and instructed them not to accept any log-ins or attempts at password changes until I called them back. Same with my donation account. I called campus security and campus IT about the problem and dealt with a million questions and two sets of likely empty promises. That done, I checked on Jude.
“What are you up to?” I couldn’t even recognize the lines of code flowing from his fingers. I had taken him for a typical jock, but here he was, coming out with the top-notch nerdery I would have expected from Nathaniel.
“Making a few minor adjustments to his account behind his back. Just making sure he ends up aimed at the wrong target while thinking he’s putting you through hell.”
