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It was ludicrous how beautiful she was.
I wanted to kidnap her and lock her away so no one else could see her perfection.
I tensed when she passed the homeless man and he sat up from the pile of ratty blankets he'd been under, the color of them no longer recognizable under their filth. I could hear the low murmur of voices as she talked to him, the tension in her body fading.
And then she smiled.
And it felt like I'd been cursed, like my cock would never relax again. That smile undid me. My heart was thumping violently against my ribcage.
I’d always considered myself a pretty reasonable guy. Ever since my brother’s death I’d done my best not to be a shithead. If I saw an old lady walking across the street, I helped her. I never gave a girl any expectations. I followed the law—except on the road.
Part of my appeal was supposedly the wholesome “golden boy” persona I had going.
But here I was, contemplating things I never would've considered before I saw that picture.
All I could think about was devouring her. Keeping her forever. Dirtying her with my cum, spreading it across her skin every day.
I wanted her.
It took every ounce of willpower I possessed to watch her wave goodbye to the homeless man and then start up the stairs, disappearing from sight.
My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I cursed when I pulled it out and looked at the reminder that practice was starting in thirty minutes and I was at least forty-five minutes away.
I reluctantly dragged my gaze away and started back to my car, feeling more rabid and savage than I'd ever experienced in my life. The boys were gathered around the car, none of them touching it, but all of them practically frothing at the mouth as they stared. I did a quick check and saw that all the wheels still appeared to be there, which was better than you could expect in this neighborhood.
I quickly pulled out five hundred dollar bills and passed them out, giving them a casual wave as they squealed in joy and ran away.
I didn't remember the drive to the stadium, and it barely entered my consciousness when Coach screamed at me for my tardiness.
I was thinking about my angel. My obsession. Mine.
CHAPTER 7
MONROE
Iheaded down the street to the restaurant where my study group was supposed to be meeting. I didn't plan on getting anything; heavens knew I couldn't afford to eat out right now, but the rest of the group had insisted we get together at this place.
And frankly…I was too exhausted to argue about it.
Last night's job with the catering company hadn't wrapped up until one AM. Tuesdays were usually when I was able to catch up on a little bit of sleep since I didn't have class, but that had all gone out the window when I hadn’t gotten into bed until after two, only to be up at six thirty to drag myself to Tres Medical.
I’d stay for a couple of hours, keep my head down and work hard, and whatever we got done, we got done.
I walked into the trendy restaurant, suddenly very aware of the simple jeans and T-shirt I was wearing. This was the kind of place that you dressed up for, and I wondered why the group thought it would be a good place to get anything done.
I glanced around, trying to spot anyone from the group.
"Monroe!" a familiar voice called out from my left.
I glanced over to see Connor, one of the guys in the group, getting up from a table and striding towards me.
"Hey," I said cautiously, peering around him to see if I could see anyone else. "Is anyone here yet?"
"Nope, you're the first to arrive," he responded with a charming smile, gesturing towards the table. I followed him and slid onto the bench seating. Connor sat across from me, and a second later, the waitress was at our table, dressed in a skintight, blood red, Dominatrix type outfit. "Can I get you anything to drink?"
"A Guinness for me," Connor said, and I shifted in my seat. The project we were working on was complex, and it didn’t seem like a great idea to drink while we tried to put it together…but being here in general didn’t seem like a great idea, so I guess who gave a fuck.
The waitress glanced at me expectantly. "And you?"
