Page 16 of Under Her

All I could do was stare at them. Angry at what she’d said and crushed, watching him touch her like that.

Then, his eyes lifted, and he looked straight at me. His eyes were glazed from alcohol. “Let her in,” he said to Tori but not taking his eyes off me. “She can watch. Maybe even join in. She looks like she could do with some loosening up.”

I heard a strangled noise, and when Wilder smirked, I realized that it had come from me.

Embarrassment stung my cheeks. I curled my hand into the hem of my work shirt.

“You ass!” Tori slapped his arm as she turned in to face him. “Aren’t I enough for you?” She pouted.

“Course you are, babe.” Wilder let an arm drop from around her and shut the door in my face.

I was too flabbergasted to react.

Then, I heard Tori say from behind the door, “You didn’t mean that, did you? About her joining in?”

He chuckled, deep and low. “Course not. I was just fucking around.”

“Good, because I didn’t think Wilder Cross was into fat chicks.”

Fat? I’m not fat!

Okay, sure, I had curves, and I was a size eight or ten, depending on the store, but that wasn’t exactly fat.

Is it?

He laughed, and that hurt more than her fat comment. Because his laughter only confirmed that he agreed with her.

And it was proven when he said, “You know me, babe. Anything over a size four, and I show her the door.”

I sucked in a painful breath as I staggered away.

I didn’t want to hear any more. I’d heard enough.

He thinks I’m…fat.

I’d never been called fat before. I knew I wasn’t super skinny, but fat never came into the equation.

I glanced down at my body, suddenly seeing myself through their eyes…his eyes.

Tears started to blur my vision, and I swiped a hand over my eyes. I hated them both in that moment…and myself for letting them get to me like that.

And for having a crush on such an asshole.

An asshole who only cared about the physical size of a girl and had no qualms over kicking me out of my room with no regard for where I would be sleeping tonight just so he could get laid.

Those two things told me everything I needed to know about Wilder Cross.

The bang of the door in the lecture hall brings my eyes to it, as it does everyone else in here.

It’s Wilder, arriving late for our lecture. His arm is slung around the shoulders of a girl who’s not Tori. Honestly, I’m not sure if I’ve ever seen her in this lecture before. He probably just picked her up outside.

She’s definitely under a size four, so I guess she won’t be shown the door.

Meow. Saucer of milk needed in the front row for yours truly.

I will not let Wilder’s idiot comment from last night bother me. I don’t care what he thinks about me.

Only that’s a lie, and I do care.