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I'm proud of my voice. It's firm, yet sounds calm, not betraying the heavy, fast rhythm of my heart.
He's close already, but he takes two other steps, entering my personal space like he belongs there.“You look gorgeous. A little tired, though.”
"Why are you here?” I repeat with a sneer. "You were supposed to stay away from me."
"Do I seem like the kind of guy who does what he's supposed to, Morgan?"
I finally find the strength to move, but I've only taken a step when his fist closes on my wrist.
I don't even think. I draw my other hand back and aim a punch at him with all my strength.
Camden moves his head just in time, and chuckles, delighted. "I guess I deserved that."
"AndIdeserve to be left alone. You've already ruined my life."
Camden moves my wrist behind my back, his arm firmly circling my waist, and tugs me close. "How about I fix it for you?"
There's a glint in his eyes as they zero in on my lips.He must be fuckingkidding.
He's given me nightmares, anxiety, insomnia, and enough issues to spend the rest of my life on a shrink's couch if I could afford it, and he's looking likethatat mylips?
Hell no.
I push against his chest with my free hand. "Let me go."
“I tried that. Didn't work. I keep thinking about your pretty cunt on my lips.”
Oh, he didn’t go there. “Shut your mouth,” I hiss, glancing around in panic.
My class finishes in the early evening. It’s too late in the day for campus to be crowded. A few students walk in and out of the building, but no one is paying attention to us or the filthy things he’s saying. Hell, if they looked, they’d probably just assume we’re a couple having a little tiff, given our postures.
“I must have watched our little film a thousand times. I’ll have to show it to you one day. It gets me so hard, princess.”
I swat his solid bicep. It doesn’t do anything except make me feel better, but I do it again anyway.
“Good for you! Now leave me alone.” I keep pushing against his chest with my free hand, but it’s no use. Every part of his body feels like it’s made of steel.
“You work too hard for minimal gains. This school, a shitty house, a boring boyfriend…you’re better than this crap. And I could help you get back on your feet, princess.”
I huff, both shocked and outraged. “You’re out of your fucking mind if you think I’d let youhelp mewith anything.” What the hell possessed him to think I’d be open to that proposition?
And it is a proposition. He doesn’t have to spell it out for me to understand his terms: I fuck him, he waves his magic wand and makes my life all better, like my personal fairy godmother.
He ignores my protest. “I can arrange for you to attend Rothford. You know it’s a lot better than this.” He gestures behind me, toward the building I just exited, no doubt.
“How many times do I have to say I’m not interested?”
“You’re lying, princess. To me, and to yourself.” He licks his lower lip as he leans in, and whispers, “We both know if I put my fingers in your cunt right now, I’d find that you’re very interested.”
Words—and fists—aren’t doing anything, so I bring my knee to his crotch, too fast for him to avoid the blow.
Camden grunts and bends in two, letting go of my wrist.
Great, now onlookers might believe I’m abusing my boyfriend.
Not that he is, or could ever be…that word. Nuh-uh. He’s just a fucking stalker who needs to go the hell away from me.
"I don't know in which fucking universe you think you get a say in my life, asshole." I should go before he recovers, but I'm enjoying the sight of him puffing and grimacing more than I should. I commit every moment to memory. “Pretend I don't exist. I certainly intend to do the same with you."
