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Crossing my arms over my chest, I rasp, “I’ll have a word with him. Knock some sense into that soft head of his.”
Charlotte freezes with the spoon and her eyes widen. “D...don’t do that.” She pinches her lips. “You said you two have a great relationships and I wouldn’t want you to mess that up. Especially not over me and Robbie’s right...I shouldn’t be stealing his food.”
“Fine, I won’t do anything,” I shrug. “I’m your trained lapdog and I only listen to you.”
Snorting, Charlotte shakes her head. “I doubt you listen to anyone. You seem like the kind of guy who makes his own rules.” Flushing a little, she shrugs herself. “I have to be up early in the morning. Nightie night, Troy.”
She walks by my chair and lets her hand rest on my shoulder for a moment. I tense, reaching up to clasp it but she has already pulled away and walked out the door. My body brims, my temperature rising and my throat’s dry.
Little sparks of panic go off in me, now that she’s not close anymore.
It feels like someone just threw a black blanket over the room.
I try to tell myself that she’s just upstairs but it’s not good enough.
Something inside of me screams for her.
Maybe it comes from the bottom of a pit, a place I don’t like to acknowledge, a prison and it needs Charlotte as its captive. Fuck, I wish I could swallow her and keep her with me at all times.
Letting out a curse, I rise when my eyes go to the bowl she left behind. She’s a sloppy, little girl. Doesn’t clean up after herself and I wonder if she’s just as messy in bed.
A shudder moves through me at the thought of Charlotte’s little blouse ripped, her gloss smeared, her mind a pretty chaos because of the things I’ll do to her. Reaching down, I pick up her spoon then put it in my mouth.
My lids shudder and I want to crack Charlotte open, see what’s inside and whether a girl like her could ever fall for a guy like me.
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To be fair, I don’t think I’mthatbad. Stealing a car, doesn’t make you a monster. I’m not a monster, I’m just not the opposite either.
Putting my fingers through the blinders, I push them down and gaze out on the street. Its dark, a few lampposts lit here and a couple are lazily making out against one of the windows.
I turn away, glancing around Robbie’s room.
It’s neat and tidy, just like he is and I rummage through his bookshelves, then his closet and finally his drawers. I’m trying to see if he has anything of Charlotte’s in here. There’s no way, a dork like him would be able to live with a girl like her without turning into a sweaty, obsessive mess.
But to my surprise I don’t find anything and maybe I shouldn’t be surprised. Of course, Robbie would respect her, of course he wouldn’t do anything that could make her feel uncomfortable. Just to be sure though, I check beneath the matrass and ah...there it is...
A flimsy bra.
He couldn’t even steal her thong.
What a gentleman.
I snort, rising and stretch my neck side to side. Grabbing a piece of paper, I take a sharpie then writePERVERTin thick, black letters and put it under the mattress. Still holding the bra in my hand, I figure I need to do the right thing and give it back to Charlotte.
Preferably now, while she’s still asleep and in the back of my mind I know that this is just an excuse to sneak into her room. I silently slide the door open and cross her threshold, my eyes landing on her bed. Charlotte’s comatose and she has kicked off the covers, sleeping in only an oversized t-shirt with angel wings at the front.
Her legs are bare, thighs spread and she’s on her back.
Short breaths leave her half-open lips and all kinds of sick thoughts run through my head.
I could get on top of her, clamp a hand over her mouth and tell her to be quiet. She’d be terrified at first, then notice it’s just me and the moment she realizes who it is, she would arch her back and demand that I fuck her.
Flinching, I look away, tearing my eyes away from my defenseless girl. I open up her underwear drawer, smirking at the disorder. She doesn’t even color coordinate and I toss her bra inside, knowing she won’t notice anything different.
I’m about to walk out of the room, when I hear her stirring then sharply jerking.
“What are you doing here?” she pants, sitting up. “Why are you in my r...room?”
