Page 117 of Piggy


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She stiffens. “What?”

“You heard me, Charlotte.”

“But—”

I shoot her a look. The kind that ends arguments before they start.

She swallows. Shuts the fuck up. Like she should.

I stare at her a second longer, force a pleased smile, then let go. Underneath, though, I’m disgusted. Forgiveness? What a laugh.

I opened myself up to this short, irritating bitch. Gave her everything I didn’t know I still had. Let her in. Then she sent me all over town, bringing up thoughts I’ve suppressed for so long. Fuck, I didn’t know I could stillfeelthat much.

Just a matter of time, though.

I’ll keep her close and pray she never smartens up. Because if she does... she’ll run.

But until then, all I got is that faint sense of hope.

The day drags. I’m on my fifth energy drink. The work is endless, heavy. I’m sweating bullets, still fuming, and of course, obsessing.

I check my phone every chance I get. Ready if she needs anything. A fuckin’ tissue and I’ll bring it to her.

No texts.

After lunch, I’m losing it.

Who did she sit with? Was it a guy? Some grinning NPC who lent her a pen and thinks he earned more of her attention. Is she into girls now? Maybe she’s making friends. Ones that’ll convince her she deserves better than a guy like me.

Damn it. Snap out of it, Grayson.

I cave anyway. Thumbs move before I can stop them.

Having a good day?

I stare. Wait.

Crates slam. Fish slap cold metal. Men shout over compressors.

None of it touches me.

“Fucking reply, Charlotte,” I growl, teeth clenched so hard my jaw aches.

Still nothing.

Apparently, I didn’t teach her anything. Should’ve skull-fucked her till she puked, then shoved her face in the mess and made her say thank you.

“Grayson! Move your goddamn ass!” the foreman barks.

I wipe sweat off my brow, mutter a string of curses, and shove my phone back into my pocket.

I miss Meghan... if only for her money. I don’t mind this work. But I mind not having freedom to go whoop Charlotte’s ass at this moment.

It’s time.

I wait curbside, engine idling, jaw locked, watching the doors like a predator. Then I see her.

That selfish fucking brat.