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Fucking sadist.
Don’t throw up. Don’t throw up. Don’t throw up.
“I thought you said you didn’t run.”
I don’t.
Please don’t throw up.
“Or did you lie about that, too?”
Why don’t you measure the diameter of my nostrils and the angle my head is leaning at, jackass.
Ria, do not fucking throw up.
It felt like my blood was spinning, I was so dizzy. The worst part? Adrien barely sounded out of breath.
I really hated him. Despised him with a passion I couldn’t remember feeling toward anyone or anything in my life. There was a special place in hell for someone who forced another person to run against their will. And if there wasn’t, I’d carve one out for him.
But first, I needed to catch my breath.
I rolled onto my back and blinked up at the bruised purple sky. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale.
“Get up.”
Fuck off.
I twisted my neck to look at him, willing my legs to move. They wouldn’t.
Adrien glanced down at his watch, his breathing almost entirely back to normal now. He wasn’t even sweating very much. His skin was covered with a light sheen, his cheeks flushed with warm color. How could someone manage to look that good after—
No. Wait.
Sorry. Notgood. That wasn’t the right word. I meant more—
“You’re staring again.”
I was so depleted of energy that I couldn’t muster enough to look away. “I need… to… here… for a… sec.”
Another impatient glance at his watch. “Suit yourself. I’m going to the gym. You have exactly seventy-five minutes to meet me at the office.”
I was going to work with him?
But before I could ask, he’d snatched his water bottle off the grass and walked away.
Just two more minutes, I promised myself and flopped back down.
And that was when it occurred to me that I was going to have to do this all over again tomorrow. And the next day. And the next.
I rolled over and buried my face in the frosted grass with a groan.
Alba had been right—he really was going to kill me.
And oh, what a slow, torturous death it was going to be.
10
I almost did it.I almost picked up a small cactus off Adrien’s desk and threw it at his stupid, arrogant face. My fingers twitched and my palms itched, and it didn’t help that the little cactus kept begging to be picked up.
