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I dropped my head forward, chuckling to myself. “Silly girl,” I muttered. “Of course I do. And the second my cock slides inside you for the first time, you’ll belong to me until the day you die. You’ll never get rid of me. You’ll never get away.”
She just stared at me, but it was the truth. And I knew it’s what she wanted. Even if she was fighting against the idea, it’s what she craved. She wanted my security and safety. Maybe she didn’t know that’s what she wanted, but I’d show her it was.
“You’re mine, Winona Beckett. For now and forever.” Her eyes darted to the door, but I stepped in front of her. “But fine. I’ll play this game with you. Go to the party this weekend. Play your part as a college girl and have some fun. Get it out of your system, because once I have you in my bed, I’m never letting you out.”
“You can’t just—” She let out a frustrated breath, squeezing her eyes shut. “You can’t control me.”
“Sure I can.” I shrugged, and her anger came back tenfold. She shoved past me, knocking her shoulder into my arm. She yanked the door open, but paused to glare at me.
“How about you just get me out of your system? Because I’ll never be in your bed. After today, after what you did, I don’t want anything to do with you. I don’t want this anymore. Just—just leave me alone.”
I slid my hands into my pockets as I watched her. She was upset, and I understood it. But she’d get over it soon enough, and this would just be a moment in our past.
Her eyes darted between mine. “What was he talking about, Emmett?” I opened my mouth, but she held her hand up. “Don’t lie to me. Please.”
We stared at each other for a long moment, then I shrugged. “No idea,” I said.
She pressed her tongue into her cheek as the words settled over her. “Goodbye, Emmett.”
I wouldn’t chase her, and I wasn’t worried about losing her. She was upset, but she’d get over it. Even if I had to wait a few weeks, I knew she’d come back.
They always did.
Chapter Eighteen
Reaching under the seat, I bunched a few discarded papers in my fist before shoving them in the plastic bag in my other hand. I usually kept my car tidy, but over the last few weeks of sleeping outside Winnie’s place, it was messier than usual. A hazard of watching over her, I suppose.
It had been five days since our argument, and I hadn’t heard from her. She hadn’t been to class, and if it weren’t for standing outside her window every night, I wouldn’t have seen her either. But, like clockwork, I was there as soon as darkness fell. And every night, even though it was starting to really piss me off, I watched her boyfriend fuck her in every position possible. On her back, on her hands and knees, riding him. It didn’t matter. He made her do it all. He used every hole. And she let him.
But after he left the room, she pulled her phone out and finished herself off. I knew what she was looking at—our messages. Even if she was still pissed, I was still the only one who could make her come.
I reached back under the seat, feeling around for more trash. My fingers brushed against cool plastic, and I grabbed it, pulling it out to inspect it. The tube itself was clear, but the gloss inside was a soft, glittery pink. Only two girls had been in my car recently—Cassandra and Winnie. It could be either of theirs.
Unscrewing the cap, I brought it to my nose and inhaled.
Sweet.
Fruity.
It was Winnie’s gloss. I dragged my tongue along the tip of it, desperate for any taste of her. The memory of her lips against mine, of them wrapped around my aching cock, filled my mind. I tried to block out the images of her with him, but it was nearly impossible.
I’d thought I wanted to see her with another man, but now that I had, all I wanted was to be the one inside her. Night after night, I had to stomp down my growing anger seeing her wrapped around him.
She wasn’t into it. I could see that. How could I not? But I didn’t know how to stop it. I didn’t know how to save her. Not without killing her boyfriend and stealing her away for myself.
Twenty minutes later, I was done cleaning out the car, the tube of gloss still clutched tightly in my hand. I tossed the bag in the dumpster before making my way to my apartment. It was already dark—nearly pitch black out. I needed to go to her house soon if I wanted to see her awake. Though I didn’t mind watching her sleep, either.
Shoving the door open, I stepped inside, the faint glow of a street light illuminating the cold, dark space. Moments like this made me wonder how my life had gone to such shit. Once, I’d been on top of the world. Once, I’d had girls lined up around the block for my attention. Once, I’d had enough money to live comfortably. I’d lived in a big, beautiful house and had a beautiful, if not frigid, wife.
I’d had everything. And now…
Now I had this dank, shitty apartment.
I tossed my keys into the bowl on the coffee table as I sank onto the worn-out couch and closed my eyes. My old life was just out of reach, but a part of me knew I could get back to it if I really wanted to. But I didn’t. Maybe it was because I knew Winnie wouldn’t want that life. Or maybe it was because I’d outgrown it. Either way, all I knew was that I wanted to run away to some far away country where we could never be found and live out the rest of our lives together.
We’d be happy. Even if she was upset right now, I knew she’d get over it soon enough and be back. I could be patient. I could give her the illusion of space she needed before she realized it was me she wanted.
I stared down at the tube of lipgloss still in my hand. Where was she right now? What was she doing? I couldn’t risk going to her place too early because I’d be caught, but if I went too late, I’d miss the show and find her asleep. I had to time it perfectly.
