I shake my head just thinking about it.
I imagine Lexi’s mouth. Her eyes. Her ass bouncing on me last night. And how I made her orgasm three times. She can’t fucking ignore me. I’m not done with her.
I step out of my car and look at the time.
I’m giving her no choice but to hear me out.
My game. My rules.
22
Lexi
IUber back at dawn.
It took a lot of courage to leave the damn trailer, walk around in the cold, and wait for bars to show up. A part of me was convinced he did that on purpose, like he knew I wouldn’t have cell service and decided to strand me anyway.
As soon as I found a bar, it disappeared. I went to the trailer and waited. I kept telling myself another ten minutes, then another twenty minutes… surely he would come back, right? No.
So I hope into my Uber at the very early morning hours. Honestly, I feel like he thinks I’m a prostitute. I know I reek of sex. I just want to get home.
By the time I get to my dorm, the rage hasn’t subsided. He thinks he can toy with me? He has another thing coming.
The shower feels like heaven though. I bring in the antibacterial soap from the sink to clean his come off me. I needto scrub myself clean because it’s dry and stuck to my skin. Seriously, so fucking annoying.
But that’s the least of my worries right now. I don’t know what game he’s playing, so I need to make sure I’ve five steps ahead of him. I sift through my dresser, trying to find something to wear for the day. I have a revenge plan up my sleeve that he won’t see coming.
I’m walking across the quad when I feel someone’s eyes on me.
In an instant, I feel like a little girl again because I tense up and my anger consumes me. I was hoping my body didn’t have such a stupid reaction to knowing he’s near, but here we are.
“Tiger.”
I inhale, not glancing at him. But that doesn’t matter because I feel the anger in my shoulders. I’m tense. It doesn’t take a psychiatrist to see it. I want to run and hide, so I don’t look at him. I keep walking like I didn’t hear him.
“We need to talk.”
I’m almost at the library when his hand closes around my arm.
I spin, ready to scream, but his other hand covers my mouth before I can tell him to fuck off.
He lifts me like I weigh nothing and carries me toward the parking lot. I kick my legs wildly and try to bite his palm, but he just tightens his grip.
“Morning!” he calls out to a group of students as they stare. “Beautiful day, isn’t it?”
When their eyes meet mine, I flip them off.
He dumps me into the passenger seat of his car and closes the door before I can bolt. By the time I reach for the handle, he’s in the driver’s seat, locking the doors.
“Let me out.”
“No.”
“Koa, I swear to god—”
“We’re talking.” He doesn’t start the car. Just turns to face me, jaw tight. “You can hate me. You can scream at me. But you’re going to listen.”
I claw at his arm, nails digging in deep enough to draw blood. “You left me there! You fucking left me at that trailer with no phone service, no way to get home—”
