Page 35 of Pretty Like A Devil


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But he’d given me a snapshot. I got a great visual of the true terror he could unleash upon me. The monster.

Thatcher Reed got right in my face, and that was some scary shit. He was big, powerful and all-encompassing. He stood in front of me like a colossal giant, and I was the tiny life-form in his wake. His nostrils flared. “Fuck this shit. You’re right. I did fuck that bitch, and she was a lot better lay than you.”

I winced, feeling stupid that I did, weak. I’d said stuff to him too, but he hadn’t been affected. Not like me.

I swallowed as he left his scent in the hall, leaving me standing there. He stopped at the end of the hall, and I thought he’d come back. For a second, I thought he would, but he didn’t. He strode away and disappeared around the corner, and my back hit the wall.

It did before my butt hit the floor.

CHAPTER

FOURTEEN

Thatcher

Pembroke University was aware Aspen Davis and her celebrity had made it on campus.

I think that had something to do with the fact she wasn’t hiding anymore.

Maybe her security gave her confidence, but not only was Aspen not hiding behind a ball cap and inconspicuous clothing anymore, but she was out in the open. She had her shades on, but she was actually using them to block the sun.

Because she was sunbathing.

Legit, this girl lay in the middle of the quad completely exposed in a pair of short-ass shorts and one of those lacy bra things girls wore. She wasn’t exposed in the sense she was flashing her tits, but she might as well have been. Her nude bra thing blended well into her brown skin, and those shorts barely covered the curve of her ass. Actually, her ass would be full out if she’d been on her front. She had an arm crooked over her head, acting as if she had not a care in the world.

And I wasn’t the only one to notice.

Again, Pembroke University noticed they had a celebrity in their midst, and Aspen got nearly as much attention as my friends and me did whenever we went, well, fucking anywhere. Every once in a while, someone would be brave enough to approach her, and my back went up every time. That was until I realized she had security, and the guy had changed too. When he’d first been assigned to her, he dressed like another student, but now, he was in a whole-ass suit. That was typical for the guys who worked for my dad.

I was well aware of what kind of security Aspen had and even the guy’s name. I knew more than I wanted to know about Aspen and her situation.

And I couldn’t stop fucking looking at her. I wanted to carve my fucking eyes out, but I couldn’t help it. People were being decent whenever they approached her. They were just asking for her autograph or even a selfie from where I sat, but my heart raced every freaking time.

Especially when she looked at me.

Snowflake attempted to be discreet, but then again, she fucking wasn’t. Actually, she was making a whole-ass display knowing I was watching her. Especially when someone asked her for something. She obliged, giggling and being all bubbly when that was the opposite of who she fucking was. That girl was a pill. A completely hard-to-swallow bitchy-ass pill, and that shit made me so fucking hard. It was kind of sick how much it did, but that was me. Fucking sick.

Aspen definitely knew I was watching. Hell, she knew where my friends and I sat, and that was on the other side of the quad. Everyone knew where my friends and I chilled out. We were here nearly every fucking day, and today was one of the rare days it was just myself, Wells, Dorian, and Wolf. Normally, Wolf and Dorian had their girls, but this afternoon one of them had a class while the other hung out with my sister. All three of the girls were good friends, but Sloane and Bow hung out the most. I didn’t know what Sloane and my sister were doing today, but I knew they’d left the quad early to hang out.

The only other person missing from our crew was Bru. It was impossible to keep that dude out of the fucking library though, so that was probably where he was, and our area was even more sparse since Wells or I didn’t have a groupie out here. It wasn’t unusual for one of us to be fucking with someone in our space. We never fucked per se, but my friend and I were indecent enough to have our tongue down someone’s throat on occasion. The fuck did we care about that shit?

I hadn’t brought a conquest out here in a while, and ironically enough, not since Snowflake had come around. There was no irony. In fact, those two events were hella fucking correlated.

I growled, pretending to code on my laptop, and Aspen faced me after finishing another autograph. I couldn’t see those dark-brown eyes behind her shades, but I saw her flip her long hair in my direction. She did that before flinging her arms up and lying back down.

That little cunt.

That little beautiful, sexy-ass cunt whose pussy tasted like candy and whose ass I wanted to bury my cock in. I hadn’t gotten to do that, but I would have if I’d had more than a goddamn night with her. I would have pillowed myself all up in that shit, and Wells hit me right in the middle of my depraved vision.

“Bro, she’s goading you, and you’re letting her do that shit,” he said and wasn’t even bothering to act like he was studying or doing anything productive. He had his back to a tree, his cell phone in his hand. His dark eyebrows narrowed. “You know she’s doing that shit to you on purpose.”

Oh, she totally fucking was. I’d pissed her off with what I said, and this was her trying to give that shit back to me. Her hurt must have blinded her because no way in hell did I give any indication that anyone at all could have ever been a better lay than she was when we’d been together. She fucked as good and hard as me, and that was saying something. I fucked a lot and pretty fucking hard.

And then there was the fact that I’d lied to her about that girl at the rave. I hadn’t fucked that bitch. I had been stoned out of my mind (and drunk), but I hadn’t fucked anyone. That girl hadn’t smelled like Christmas candy and chocolate. Nor did she have dark eyes I could fucking drown in.

My fingers curled on my keys. I was no doubt fucking up all my coding. I’d lied because Aspen had pissed me off too. She’d called me crazy, and I wasn’t fucking crazy.

I grunted in response to my friend, and my other two were pretending not to watch us. Dorian was on his cell phone too, and though Wolf had a novel in his hands, they both had their eyes on the situation. They had good reason to considering what had happened the other night after I’d found out Wells had gone after Aspen. The dude had found my text messages from her, then dove deeper into my shit when he realized who Aspen was. I’d gathered a lot of information recently on the girl from my past, and it wasn’t hard to find considering I had a folder for her on my desktop.

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