It’s a man. A very tempting, very dominant, very off-limits man.
It’s getting dark this time of year by the time swim practice is over. And of course, Waverly has to stay late for extra conditioning since she’s the golden girl of the team. I roll my eyes at myself though the second I think it. I know it comes off as jealousy, but it really isn’t. I mean I love swimming, and I’m pretty good, but Waverly is something else entirely. She’s what you’d call “natural talent,” and if she doesn’t go to like, the Olympics or something at some point, I’ll be shocked.
As I step out of the gym, I take a breath of the crisp fall air, and the gears in my head start to turn. I’ve been avoiding thinking about it all night, but now it’s sort of the do-or-do-not moment. On the one hand, there’s Colton’s offer of staying at his place. And as very tempting as that is, I know it’s a terrible idea, because I know I’m just going to end up embarrassing myself. I’m going accidentally let it out how crazy I am for him, when he’s really just being nice. Or I’m going to get caught spying on him or something creepy like that.
I groan, blushing as I start to head back across the darkening campus to my dorm. My thoughts tease back to last night, and what I saw… and heard.
He said my name
Heat tingles through me, and I swallow thickly at the memory of Colton stroking his big, big cock, and moaning my name as he did.
I shiver.
Yeah, there is no way I can got stay at that house with him. I’d have to be insane to do that at this point. But then, what’s my other option? The dorms? I mean, Colton’s right—Winchester is a pretty secure, safe campus. But I know I’m going to be jumping at every single shadow and bump in the night wondering if—or more likely when—I’m going to hear from Lorenzo again. I mean, as far as I know, I’m supposed to be his disgusting club tonight.
The thought sours in me, and I make a face as I walk faster. Pretty soon, I’m going to have to make a choice. Either I head left for Marshall Hall, my dorm, or I take a right at some point and walk to the other side of campus and Colton’s house.
My thoughts are still spinning as I duck down a shortcut behind the Life Sciences building. And I’ve just about made up my mind to just stop being a baby and go back to the dorms, when suddenly, hands grab me.
Hard.
I scream, but another hand muffles my mouth, making my entire body stiffen as someone strong yanks me off the path and behind a dumpster alcove. My heart hammers in my ears, my eyes stinging with tears, and fear slicing through me before suddenly, the hands spin me around, and I come face-to-face with Lorenzo.
Oh fuck.
Lorenzo and two of his goons, actually.
“Well well well,” he sneers, eying me with a sickly smile. “Where you running off to so fast, sweetheart?”
I swallow, my pulse still racing and my body tense.
“M—my dorm,” I croak out.
Lorenzo smiles. “Oh yeah? See, that’s funny, because I thought I had you scheduled to take your fucking clothes off and shake that ass up on my goddamn stage tonight. In half an hour, actually.”
“I… I mean…” I’m frozen, fear just cutting me in half as his goons hold me tight and he leers at me.
“You don’t want to shake that ass? You don’t wanna dance for my spot? That it?”
I bite my lip, and slowly, I shake my head.
“No.”
Instantly, he’s laughing. “Yeah, I don’t actually give a shit. But, for argument’s sake, sure—let’s say you’re done dancing. But just so we’re clear, you owe, and you’re gonna make a shitload less serving food, or making coffee, or working at a fuckin’ grocery store or some shit, but you do you, girl.”
He chuckles, shaking his head as he grins at me.
“See, you still owe me three-hundred-thousand-dollars.”
“My dad owes you—”
“You know where he is?” Lorenzo snaps, his eyes darkening.
I shake my head, trembling.
“Yeah, didn’t fucking think so. So, in that case, yeah, sweetheart, you owe me that money.”
His eyes drop to my necklace, this simple Tiffany’s thing I got for a birthday or something a few years ago.