Because I know exactly who did.
I warned him about playing games with me, and I guess he’s about to learn exactly what happens when he plays with fire.
“Wait,” I say before she can head back to her table and she halts her movements, her eyes meeting mine.
“How do you know it isn’t true?” I ask, even though technically the article could be considered as the truth—I’m not exactly innocent of taking a life.
She laughs softly under her breath. “Cole Aston and his friends… they’re not who they make themselves out to be.”
You can say that again.
When I first got here, I made sure to get myself updated with everything that is BU. That included the four most loved yet feared guys who basically run the place.
Cole, Noah, Harley, and Logan.
I looked into each of them, and whilst they come off as seemingly normal rich guys, each of them has their demons—though some more than others.
They’re also the only ones who have their own place on campus that isn’t managed by faculty, which makes it a hell of a lot easier to break in.
After the girl in the library—whose name I now know is Savannah—showed me the website, I went back to my room and started planning. I looked over the blueprints for the guys’ place, and they’re either incredibly naïve or unbelievably stupid—that part is still up for debate—because it was almost too easy to get in here.
I sneak in and head directly to the room that I know is Cole’s after watching over the place. It may have been easy to get in here, but I don’t think it’ll be as easy to get out. I don’t want to risk bumping into one of the other guys either before I can see Cole.
I silently step into his room and close the door behind me. He’s sleeping peacefully on his bed, with no idea that anyone is in his room right now.
I step forward to take a closer look at him, seeing the way the sheet covering his waist dips in the center, just along the line where his boxers would sit. His chest is bare, his sculpted body on display for me while his shaggy brown hair is messy from sleep. Even when he’s passed out in bed, his sharp jawseems to be clenched. I’ve always wondered if he always looked so pissed off, even behind closed doors, but I guess that’s just his face.
God, he’s beautiful.
He’s so different from the other guys I grew up with—his skin clear of any tattoos or piercings, the way he dresses, always so damn pristine and put together. No scars, even though I know he fights. Clearly, he must stick to fists rather than weapons.
It sickens me and intrigues me all in one breath.
Why does he have to be so damn good to look at? Maybe I should scar that pretty face of his.
I shake my head, willing that thought away before quietly dropping my bag to the floor and grabbing what I need.
Cole Aston may think he’s funny, putting me on that website, but he has no idea of the can of worms he’s just opened. Because if they find me before I have my plan in place? Well… I’ll be sure to take him down with me.
I work quickly and silently. I had expected this to be more work than it is, but it seems he’s a deep sleeper and hasn’t even so much as murmured as I’ve tied his hands to his headboard and tied his feet together before replacing the gray bedsheet that covers him. I wonder what it’s like to sleep so peacefully? To not wake constantly during the night? It must be nice.
I take him in as he’s tied thoroughly to the bed with no chance of escape before I take a deep breath, knowing this is where he’ll wake up, and climb on top of him so I’m straddling his torso.
He grunts as my weight settles on him and blinks his eyes open, momentarily disorientated before he realizes what’shappening, and if looks could kill, I’d be six feet under already.
“Morning, sunshine,” I say with a saccharine smile.
He opens his mouth to speak, but I’m too quick for him. Catching him off guard, I stuff his mouth with the ball gag I brought with me, laughing quietly to myself as I do.
He struggles beneath me, grunting and groaning as he does while I secure it in place.
“You thought you were funny, huh? Posting me on that site? Did you think my warning was a joke? Or did you just want to see what I would do?”
I can tell by the look in his eyes that it’s the latter. This asshole just wanted to see what I would do.
Bet he’ll be regretting that soon.
“You shouldn’t have messed with me, Cole. You may be the big, bad, feared guy in this fucking prison of a school, but you have no idea who I am or where I came from,” I murmur and shift myself backwards, my ass brushing over his crotch, and I feel his hard length dig into me.
