Page 495 of Lessons in Cruelty

“Can you set an alarm for tomorrow? I gotta leave early.”

“Why?”

She scoffs. “None of your fucking business.”

When my eyebrows shoot up, she crosses her arms over her chest and sighs. “Please, Kai.”

Can’t say I’m surprised. Not like we’re a couple or anything.

Still, I make a point of sighing louder than her as I take out my phone and step into the hall. “This is gonna cost you.”

“Don’t I know it,” she mutters as I lead her to the bathroom down the hall.

Not only is there no one in the bathroom, it’s surprisingly clean. I mean, someone didn’t lift the toilet seat when they took a piss, and there’s a lonely sock that I desperately hope isn’t full of cum lying discarded in one corner. But the shower’s clean, and there’s even a bar of soap inside without a single pube on it.

Miracles do happen.

“Quiet as a fucking mouse,” I whisper, pointing to the shower.

“Yessir.” She gives me a mock salute and stares pointedly at the door.

“What now?”

“Out.”

I bite back a grumble, but I’m shaking my head as I slip out to go stand in the hall as she showers. I suppose it’s wise to stand guard, but fuck it if I hadn’t been fantasizing about joining her in there.

Warm water. Steam. Suds.

Jesus, cock, could you please calm the fuck down?

I shove a hand over my dick, pressing it against my thigh as I scan the hallway like a sniper on a recon mission. With a hard on. Which seems unlikely.

Haven comes out of the shower three business days later, and walks past me in a fresh-scented cloud, wet hair gleaming, my old football jersey draping her to mid thigh.

Worth it.

I wait until she’s inside my room, door closed behind her, before rushing inside for the fastest shower of my fucking life.

Yeah, I want to be with her.

But that’s not why I’m scrubbing myself like a lunatic.

While she was in the bathroom, I was doing a mental checklist of all the shit in my room, trying to figure out if there was anything disgusting lying around.

Crusty socks. Crusty tissues. Crusty boxers.

Unfortunately, my brain was too busy being hot-wired by my dick. I spent more time thinking about Haven’s plump ass and bouncy tits than anything else. The sounds she made when I was fucking her. How it felt when I rammed home, filling up her tight pussy with my cum.

Remembering too late about the thing I stole from her Land Rover the other night. The thing I’ve been too shit scared to open, because I already knew what’ll be inside. The thing I should have tossed out days ago, but I kept…just like all those photos of her on my phone.

Haven’s Activity Log.

Chapter 59

Kai

I have a hotline straight to the celestial favors department tonight. When I rush back into my room, Haven isn’t going through my things, about to or already having discovered the book I’d stolen from her.