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“I didn’t do anything wrong,” I tell her.

We meet each other’s gaze. We both know that’s a fucking lie. Even if you don’t hurt her, holding a woman down and touching her like that, pressing your cock against her. It’s definitely wrong.

She runs her tongue over her lips and my cock gets inconveniently stiff. It’s not my fault, is it? She’s just one of those girls that affects you that way. Doesn’t she realize I hate how I lose control around her?

“I couldn’t sleep for weeks. Was that your sick idea of a joke?” She grips the handle of the bat tighter like she just wants to hit me again. Please don’t break my nose.

No. Not a joke. She just lights a fire in me and makes me want to do incredibly fucked up things. I can’t have sex with her. I can’t have sex with another girl after what happened. I should have stayed away from her.

“Not a joke.”

“I want to hit you in the nuts with this bat.”

“I don’t recommend it,” I mutter.

“If you touch me again⁠—

“I won’t.”

“Good.”

She lets go of the bat and puts her hands on her hips, shaking her head.

“This doesn’t make any sense. You attacked me, I figured that part out… but why send the weird ass emails Thomas? What kind of sick game is this?”

Emails? What the fuck is Clover talking about? I never sent her any weird emails, just normal stupid flirty emails. What does she mean?

Chapter Twenty

Clover

He has no right to look at me with that stupid confused face. I could take this fucked up flat weird baseball bat and mess him up again. I know I got his torso good, probably putting a bruise over one of his dumb fucking tattoos. He can see my hands flexing around the bat and he holds his own hands up.

“Clover. Stop. I’m sorry for what I did but I didn’t send you any emails.”

“Cut the shit, Thomas. You’re a smug ass sociopath. That’s why you brought up blackmail earlier. That’s why you kissed me. Now confess or I’ll hit you in the fucking shins.”

Even when he should be terrified, his face betrays no fear. He cries out each time I wallop him with the bat, but he never backed down completely after each blow. I’m not stupid. I know that without weapons, Thomas could easily overpower me, but that’s why I came prepared. I don’t know if I’m prepared to bludgeon him to death, but he has a crazy fucking look in his eye like he could push me.

“I swear, I didn’t,” he says, his expression transforming from terrifying to calm and reassuring. He wants to show that he isn’t a threat, but I don’t trust the man I see in front of me. How could he do those things to me?

My heart feels like it’s jumping into my throat.

“I can prove it,” he says. “I’m not fucking with you. I can prove I didn’t send the emails.”

He takes a step towards me and I lose it. “Stay away from me!”

Thomas raises his hands again.

“I’m not going to hurt you.”

“You already hurt me,” I snap.

“I didn’t mean to. I swear.”

“Really? So forcibly touching my vagina wasn’t supposed to hurt me?”

He winces, like I’m the one being crude and not the man running around putting his hand inside my panties.