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I debate if I can trust Jaxon again, but I have no other choice. I’ve never felt so alone in my life. No, I have, but I have to start blocking it out.
“If you do anything,” I warn him, “I’ll tell Asher, so don’t even try.”
He looks bewildered by what I’ve said. “Why him?” he asks.
I lift my chin, feeling my strength return when Asher’s name leaves Jaxon confused. “Because he promised to take care of me.”
We walk in silence back to the dorm, just like he promised. The quiet campus seems ominous in the dark, without people going to the library or the cafeteria. The emptiness is threatening, and I hurry my steps toward my room, where I can lock my door.
Jaxon stays with me until I have my door open, and he genuinely looks concerned, but I won’t be fooled twice by him. “Charlotte,” he says, “if you need anything—”
“I’ll ask someone else.”
He gives me a dirty look, as if I shouldn’t have said that, before he heads down the hallway back to his room.
I lock my door and close my eyes, leaning against the wood. I hate Jaxon, and I always will. I knew he was trouble from the start, and I didn’t trust myself. What’s wrong with me? I used to live in a bubble where no one could touch me, no matter what I did, but the bubble has burst. And I may never get it back. I step on something on the floor.
A piece of green paper.
My hand trembles as I pick it up, and then my heart freezes when I see the picture. It’s a screenshot of my face without the mask and my lips wrapped around Jaxon’s dick. My chest tightens as I read the typed words.
Save your pussy for me, $ugar Doll.
I tear the paper into shreds and shove it deep into the garbage can by my desk. I fall onto the floor and grab my knees as I remember how to breathe. I grab my phone out of my coat pocket and rapidly type out a message.
Charlotte: Will you pick me up from the station?
Asher: Sure. When are you coming?
Charlotte: Not sure. I have to get a ticket.
Asher: No, it will take too long. I’ll come and get you.
The relief washes over me. I didn’t want to ride the bus alone. Not when someone is stalking me. I have to admit it. I might be in danger.
Charlotte: Thank you.
My finger hovers for a second, and then I type it.
Charlotte: I love you.
The reply comes quickly.
Asher: I love you too.
