I flinch as a different kind of tsunami overwhelms me. This one is filled with every negative emotion imaginable. Guilt. Shame. Regret.
"I'm really sorry, Daya. I'll see you in a few."
I hang up the phone and immediately start walking off in the direction I think I’m supposed to be going in.
“Wrong way, little mouse. Follow me,” Zade says, his deep tenor causing me to tense, my shoulders rocketing to my ears. He’s finished dressing and is heading in the opposite direction.
Stiffly, I turn and follow after him. Not asking or caring how he knows where to go, as long as he gets me out of here.
After fifteen tense minutes, we find the exit door and I rush out, the cold air a balm to my heated face.
The fair is a stark difference to when I came in. The field is completely devoid of life. Not a single soul on the grounds nor any lights.
How long were we in there for? I check the time, and my eyes bug when I note that it’s twelve-thirty in the morning.
Two hours! I’ve been in there for two fucking hours. Sure, half of that was getting through the mirrors but still. Normal people don’t fuck for that long, do they?
Zade is somewhere behind me, so I glance over my shoulder and say, “Don’t follow me out. Daya is waiting for me, and I don’t want her to see you.” Even I can detect the coldness in my voice.
The entire fifteen minutes it took to find our way out, all I could think about is how I want to fuck him again.
And that scares the absolute shit out of me.
It was the reality check I needed—a very stark reminder that I just had sex with my stalker. I shouldn't have let any of that happen.
I feel his hand clamp around my wrist a second before he whips me around. I stumble into him, but he catches me quickly, wrapping a hand tightly around the back of my neck.
“I’m late for a date with a psycho girl anyways,” he says easily. My eyes round and he smiles when he detects the anger in my eyes. “Don’t be jealous, little mouse. It’s not a real date. She’s not my type of crazy. Despite the fact that she’s not you.”
I scoff. “I’m not jealous. Let me go,” I snap, attempting to pull away from him.
He pulls me in close, his lips brushing across mine as he stares deeply into my eyes.
“That will never happen, Adeline. I will never let you go.” I stiffen, thrown off by the severity in his tone. He’s actually serious.
He crushes his lips to mine before I can respond. And because this will be the last time I will ever allow this man to touch me, I respond in kind. I claw at him, tugging at the collar of his hoodie roughly, and clenching his bottom lip between my teeth, biting down hard until I taste his blood on my tongue.
He growls and devours me whole, his mouth still tasting of my pussy. And then he rips away from me, breathing hard.
“Go,” he demands roughly.
I don’t hesitate. I stumble out of the field and to my waiting car, the only one left in the parking lot. A fidgeting Daya sits behind the wheel, her stare boring into me.
I sigh, readying myself for a tough conversation I don’t know how to have. I’ll stick to my story. I got lost. That’s it.
I open the car door and nearly collapse in. When I meet her stare, she's glaring at me with the heat of a thousand suns.
“Why the fuck do you look and smell like you just got fucked?”
Chapter 31
The Shadow
“W
hat took you so long?” the psycho girl snaps, her dull brown eyes alight with fire. The same inferno in her eyes is what’s still residing in my chest.
My heart hasn’t stopped pounding, and I’m plagued with the unbending need to fuck her again. My brain feels like it's been tossed into a skillet and pan-seared to a crisp. I need to focus, but it’s nearly impossible when the taste of Addie lingers on my tongue, and I’m still gripped by the feel of her tightly wrapped around me.