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I take a photo of my cum splattered abs and send it to her. “I should have bred that perfect little cunt with my seed.”
She moans again at my dirty talk. “You are filthy, Coach.”
“And you love it.”
“I meant what I said. This changes nothing. I won’t be having sex with you.”
I chuckle. “Believe me, you will.”
She grunts in frustration. “No.”
“See you in four days, Vasquez.” I end the call, but quickly the elation of having her so willing for me eases and reality comes rushing back in.
I killed Angela Carmichael, the wife of a fucking mafia leader. It’s insane, and it’s impossible to wipe those bloody images from my mind. Desperately, I try to cling onto the conversation with Adrianna, but I know it’s not enough.
Instead, I take a long swig of whiskey, knowing that I’ll finish the bottle and it still won’t be enough to erase the images from my mind. Only time will do that.
11
ADRIANNA
My plane touches down on American soil one day early. Eva asked me, Nat, and Camilla to come back a day early from winter break, as she has some important news to tell us.
Stupidly, I’ve been sexting Coach ever since our phone sex three days ago. It might have given him the wrong idea, but I’ve been bored as hell at home, locked in my castle. Not to mention, my family drive me insane.
Father has been listing off people he’s considering marrying me to at the end of the year, all of them complete and utter psychopaths from South American organizations.
He even mentioned Inácio Matos, the leader of the largest crime syndicate in Rio de Janeiro. The guy makes my father look like a puppy. He’s that insane.
Yet again, more proof that my family value me no more than cattle to be sent to the slaughter. It only affirms my decision to betray them as a way out. Come graduation day, I’m going to disappear and they’ll never find me.
I turn my phone back on and as soon as it connects to the network, it dings. Archer’s name appears on the screen.
Archer: I hear you are coming back early. You should pay my apartment a visit tonight.
Fuck.
He thinks that because I’ve been so into the sexting; I want to have sex with him. The thing is, it’s fun messing about, but losing my virginity to a man that has had more students than I can count on two hands would be gross. I respect myself too much for that.
I type a response to him.
Me: It was fun messing around on the phone, but nothing has changed. I won’t become another conquest of yours.
I send it, dreading the smarmy response I’ll get back. Archer is too cocky for his own good. He may be gorgeous and completely ripped, but he’s also a man whore.
I get up as the doors to the jet open, grabbing my handbag and descending the steps onto the runway.
“Shall I take your bag, miss?” The driver, Kevin, asks.
I shake my head. “No, it’s fine, thanks.”
My cell phone beeps as I’m getting into the back of the armored Jeep. I get settled in and then search for my cell, dreading the response.
Archer: We will see about that.
It’s a rather brief and almost threatening response. I swallow hard and tuck the phone back into my bag, resting my head back against the headrest. It’s going to be a long two semesters if Coach insists on pursuing me, especially since I can’t stop thinking about how good it felt when he made me come in that classroom, or his dirty words while we were on the phone.
There’s no doubt he knows what he’s doing, but I need to remind myself of the reason, because he can’t keep it in his pants.
