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Chapter Sixteen
Marisol
My head is pounding, and my vision is blurry from tiredness. This charade with Garret is getting old. Sure, he checks all the boxes, but they’re not the ebon hair and azure eyed windows I’ve come to crave. Garret’s a hell of a smooth talker, because somehow he convinced me to come upstairs and check out his book collection. Dumb shit award goes to… No need for a drumroll on this one.
“What’s this?” I ask, surprised to actually see books.
Garret glances over, confused. “The books I wanted to show you.”
He steps into me, pulling me into his arms, and over to the shelves. An action I try to resist, but he’s strong and determined. He nuzzles my neck, hot breath sticking against my skin, encompassing my entire body with an abhorrent impression. He kisses my bare shoulder, trailing his lapping tongue over any exposed skin, as desperation like a dog in heat clogs the air.
“Don’t,” I mumble, trying to push him away. “Stop.”
“Come on baby, you’re okay. Let me take care of you.” He chuckles lightly, thinking I’m playing around, as my back hits the books.
From there, it’s a quick turn, while my legs shuffle to keep from falling, only to catch on the bed, and go down. My mind is racing. I don’t want to be here. This can’t be happening. Where is Jace? How stupid could I be? Everyone warns you about drinking with strangers.
“No.” I growl, the anger in my tone finally catching on, as Garret leans back to observe me.
“You okay?” He’s not a bad guy, just dense, big, and strong.
I continue pushing. “No. Get off.” He does so immediately, but it’s not quick enough.
A loud repetitive banging sounds from the hall. The commotion has Garret and me both glancing toward the door nervously.
Then the sharp baritone voice I’ve been avoiding all night slices through the panic. “Marisol! Where the fuck are you?”
“Here!” I yell, but my voice squeaking like a mouse.
“Shit.” Garret crawls to his knees, turning back to me with anxiety. “Sorry if I scared you. That wasn’t my intent.” The sincerity in his voice relays his apology, but too little too late.
“Then maybe you should listen when I said no!” I shout. This time my voice is louder. “Jace!”
Another slam, this time to the room next to us. Finally, I hear the doorknob jiggle, but it doesn’t budge. Garret locked it. The asshole.
“Shit. Sorry.” Garret’s standing, fear reflecting as he searches for an escape. “Call him off. I didn’t do anything.”
“May not have been your intention, but you sure as hell took it too far, and you know it.” I fire back.
The door crashes open, smashing a dent into the wall. Jace’s ominous presence blocks the doorway, chest heaving, fire blazing in his eyes when he sweeps the scene, noticing my predicament on the bed. He may only be a sophomore, but he’s already six feet tall and stacked, and growing larger as his fury mounts. He’s intimidating as hell, and right now it’s all directed toward Garret.
Jace pauses a moment, his gaze traveling from head to toe, ensuring there are no grievances. He must deem me safe because he turns his aggression back to Garret.
“What in the actual fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“Nothing, man. We’re cool, right?” Garret sends me a pleading look, as if I’m his savior. I don’t think he would have taken our encounter to the extreme, but it definitely went far enough for him to get his ass beat.
“We were supposed to look at his books, but then he wouldn’t stop trying to kiss me and backed me up to the bed. He finally stopped, but after the third time of me telling him no.”
Jace’s pupils blow wide, anger filling them to the brim. “You motherfucker!” he growls before slamming into Garret.
They hit the floor like a sack of rocks, fists flying. Garret’s should be a good match, since they’re both the same size, but he’s also had a lot more to drink. His head hits the floor with every punch Jace delivers to his face, blood splatting back against the alabaster of his skin. The anger is possessing him, yelling unrecognizable words with each hit. He’s going too far.
“Jace,” I say, attempting to gain his attention, but he’s completely zoned out. “Jace!” The second call is a scream fills with panic. He’s can’t kill this guy.
Instantly, Jace stops on a back swing, his fist cocked back to deliver another blow. His face is twists with a plethora of emotion, his eye reflecting a thousand unspoken words.
“Stop” I breathe. “He’s done.”
