“You’re going to find me later,” I reminded her.
“We’ll see.”
She would. I’d make good on my word to drag her from her bed if not.
Shedidn’t.
I’d spent most of the night awake, propped up in my bed, checking my phone for messages from her like a fucking pussy.
She had texted me around midnight to say Gemma was still awake and she couldn’t sneak away, but I’d hoped…
Fuck, I wanted to have her again. The part that freaked me out was that I wanted tosleepwith her. As in, fuck each other senseless and fall asleep together. I couldn’t stop thinking about that.
I let myself have a little taste in the car when I held her naked body against me. She was spent, having come so hard she shookthree fucking times, and I loved the way her pliant body felt against mine. She wasn’t fighting me–for once–even though it only lasted about a minute.
It was like once her orgasm haze faded, she realized what we were doing and it spooked her. Emotions and attachments made her nervous, but I wouldn’t expect anything less being raised by Dante.
“We need to talk,” Lauren snapped, pulling me from a daydream. I was exhausted, only somewhat paying attention to the fact that class ended when Lauren poked my arm with her red talon-like nail.
“About?” I stood up from my desk in a daze, trying to escape the wrath of the bitchy blonde. We hadn’t talked about the photos she received–I’d like to find out who took them and beat their ass.
“You know what it’s about,” she spat, keeping up with my long strides as I headed to the quad for lunch.
I sighed, mentally cursing Dad yet again for what he was making me do. “I’m sorry. I should’ve been more careful about hiding my hookups.”
Lauren let out a growl behind me. The courtyard was slowly filling and the last thing we needed was an audience for her dramatics. I continued to my usual table and sat down.
She couldn’t have been too mad, because she sat down next to me and schooled her scowl. “Do you think I’m stupid?”
Should I answer that honestly? Probably not.
“What do you mean…”
“I know what the deal is, Kane. I know my dad isforcingyou to spend time with me to keep me away from Gabe. I know you can’t stand me and would rather fuck awhorethan someone like me, who has morals and manners.”
Morals and manners? That was news to me.
“I didn’t ask for this, Lauren. I didn’t want to hurt you or fuck with your head, but your dad is adamant thatIneed to be the one to protect you from the MC.”
She laughed. The first genuine laugh I’d heard from her. “I don’t need protection from Gabe. He would never hurt me. You’re a lot worse than he is.”
True.
“So what the fuck do we do? I don’t do girlfriends. I have no fucking interest in it–no offense. It’s just not my thing.”
“We make our fathers think we’re the perfect couple. We keep up the charade in front of them. We go on the obligatory weekly date and attend whatever bullshit events they plan, but we continue to do our own things. My dad gets off my ass and stops tracking my every move, your dad gets the deal he wants,” she said proudly, like she had the idea brewing for a while.
I lit a cigarette and Lauren cringed. Some things never changed. “Okay, that could work. But…you need to lay off at school. I get that we have to make it believable–because both of our parents have spies everywhere–but the clingy thing isn’t doing it for me.”
“I can throttle it down to fifty percent but that’s the best I can do. But I willnotbe embarrassed by you again, Kane. Especially not by your whore,” Lauren sneered. “So you need to stay away from her.”
“At school,” I added.
“All public places. Like you said, spies everywhere,” she smiled before going into an overly dramatic coughing fit. I rolled my eyes as I took another drag.
“L, are you getting in line?” One of her friends asked.
“I’ll be right there,” she called out. She turned back to me and grabbed my chin, planting a kiss on my cheek, leaving behind sticky pink lip gloss.