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“Good, I wanted to make sure I knew which bitch it was. Later, bro.” He hung up and I wondered if he was up to something. He knew the sorority sisters and he knew that Rachel was trying to weasel her way into their sorority.
For now, I would let him and Colin deal with things the way they wanted to, but I’d make sure to get my own in too. One way or another this woman would pay for what she’d done to Celia.
I hadn’t even fucked her yet, but already, I wanted to protect her. Of course, I’d heard her with Colin and Keith. I’d even watched once, when Colin fucked her in the hallway, too eager to get her to his bedroom on the first floor. He’d had her right against the wall. He had her with her front to the wall, her face turned the other way, so she hadn’t seen me looking out of the door of my study. She’d been beautiful and was magical to watch. If the brothers got their hair cut today, then maybe I’d get to have her to myself tonight.
I liked that idea, although we had shared women at the same time before. We hadn’t exactly been angels since our parents died and left us with nannies and caretakers to fend for us. I wanted her to myself, only for a little while and later we could get back to our normal game. Later, after we’d all had a good taste of her, I knew we’d reveal what was going on and if she didn’t hate us for it, we’d have our own perfect mate that we could share.
Chapter Eighteen
Celia
I managed to get through my class without breaking down again. I got a couple of curious looks from classmates I’d shared notes with a time or two before, but nobody really seemed to be too interested in my hair, at all. And most importantly, Keith hadn’t freaked out and dodged me.
I still hadn’t seen exactly how bad it was. I’d glanced at it a little when I got dressed, but I’d been in tears and the reflection was blurry. All my lovely hair -- my veil, my sanctuary, was gone. It wasn’t that I was vain about it, not at all. It was that I’d really felt like my hair hid me from the world when I needed it most. I hadn’t even thought about it much over the last couple of years.
Mom used to nag me to cut it, so I’d stop hiding behind it, but she’d stopped and I hadn’t thought about it since. It was a part of me and I’d left it to grow. Now, Rachel had cut it all off with malicious glee.
I checked my phone as I left the building and saw that Keith has sent me a message. I smiled because his name was there now, on the top of the contact page. Where there’d only been question marks before, I’d put in his name.
The last week had left me sore, but oh, so happy. Stupidly happy. And sore. But so ready for more of what Keith had to give me. We’d had a lot of sex, a lot of it, but I still wanted more. Even now, I wanted his touch to reassure me that he still found me as gorgeous as he used to. Before that bitch cut my hair off.
I headed over to the building he’d told me to meet him at and looked around until I found him. He’d changed hats, he now had on a gray hat with no ball, but I didn’t pay it much attention. “Hey, baby.”
He took me in his arms and kissed me as soon as I got close enough to him. I wrapped my arms around him. He was a little bulky with his black winter coat on but let myself sink into him all over again. I listened to his heartbeat for a second and then he pulled away. “Let’s see this hair of yours again.”
He touched the shredded ends and looked for evenness. I guess he didn’t find it, because he shook his head. “Nope, you definitely need that salon. Come on, baby. I’ve got it all set up for you.”
“What? I can’t afford a haircut, Keith!” I dug my feet in, but he pulled harder.
“I didn’t say you had to pay for it. Come on, somebody has to make this up to you, and I’d be happy if you let that person be me, Celia. Please?” The imploring look he se
nt me made me change my mind.
I was going to refuse his offer but decided not to. Not with those gray puppy dog eyes he gave me. I just couldn’t turn him down. Besides, something needed to be done with this mess.
We walked in and I knew Keith had already explained what had happened. The fluffy blond woman who led me to a chair and sat me down had sad eyes when she looked at me. Then she tutted and murmured about why did women have to be so mean to each other.
“Let’s see what we can do with this shall we, my dear?” She smiled at me in the mirror and I nodded my head. “Alright, what I suggest is this…”
She went on to describe a style that would leave most of what was left but would mean my hair would be short in the back. There was about four inches left at the sides, and she’d cut those to angle along my jawline, and the hairstyle would be a little severe but would grow out. Eventually. I nodded, still too shocked by it all to fully take it in.
I watched her through the process, and answered her questions, but didn’t feel like any of it was really happening. It just wasn’t real. It was some kind of nightmare and I’d wake up to find that Rachel wouldn’t be that fucking insane and my hair would be where it was supposed to be.
The woman, Natalie, soon had everything done and she styled it with a blow dryer before she let me leave. Keith paid for it all and looked at me with a smile. “Well, I wanted to try that one thing we did with your hair one more time, but this looks good. I like it.”
“I’m glad you do.” I looked at my reflection in the glass outside of the salon and frowned. “I’m not sure I do, but there isn’t anything I can do about it is there?”
“There is. Kind of. Why don’t we go and get your things packed up and we can talk about it?”
“Packed up? Did you talk to the school about having me moved?” I walked quickly to catch up with him, and he looked at me with an awkward smile.
“Not exactly. I have an extra room which means you won’t be stuck in that dorm with her. If you want it.”
