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“I won’t do anything illegal.” It’s a demand, not a question.
“Fine.”
Another thought springs to mind, remembering the way I just fell apart after a few touches. “And nothing sexual.”
This time, his smirk is downright cocky. “I haven't had to force you to do anything sexual, Bellamy. I don’t intend to start needing to now.”
Ignoring that last comment, I make my final request. “And we call a truce. No more bullying, no more threats, no more attacks. Not from you or any of your blind followers. There’s no use getting my record expunged only for me to get expelled two weeks later because I tried to murder you.” I extend my hand towards him. “We’re not friends, we just stay out of each other’s way. If you can agree to that, then I’ll shake on it.”
He looks at me stoically for a long moment, giving nothing away. Then, he takes a step forward and puts his hand in mine.
The now familiar spark that ignites when he touches me shoots up my arm.
“Deal.” He says.
“Deal.” I reply.
He drops my hand and takes a step back. “I’m going to have fun.”
I don’t doubt it. I know he’s going to make me regret my decision. “So when does this start?”
He pulls out his phone and types out a message. “It’s done. Your record is clean.” Putting his phone away, he waves a hand towards the open boxes on the table. “Now what you do and who you do it with is absolutely my business." He says with a victorious smile. "You can start by finishing to organize the books in those boxes. I’m going home.”
He turns on his heel to leave when I interrupt him. “I can’t,” I splutter as he looks at me over his shoulder. I’m struck again by how attractive he is. His golden face and dark lashes lending a fragile beauty to the savagery in his gaze. “I have to leave in thirty minutes. I’m tutoring Jeremy.”
His gaze doesn’t change, but something in the air shifts. “Too fucking bad. You made a deal.” He storms off, stopping at the door before stalking out. “You know what, finish the entire row before you leave this room.”
That’s going to take another four hours at least. I’ll be here well into the night. Clearly, the 2.0 version of Rogue's reign of terror just went into effect. But if it means a clean record, I can live with the consequences of my decision.
I think.
15.
Rogue
The library door slams behind me as I stomp off. Fuck her tutoring session with that limp dick prick. I’m itching to go back in there and order her to never speak to him again.
I stop in my tracks, contemplating it.
Knowing her, if I used our deal in that way she’d flip me off before running into that fucker’s waiting open arms. The move would backfire and I’d just end up pushing her in his direction. That's out of the question.
My fixation with her has evolved from wanting to get rid of her to wanting to own her. She was mine to play with and I didn't like Jeremy sniffing around.
I clench my fists and keep walking.
After getting in my Aston Martin, I drive home, playback of this afternoon occupying my thoughts the entire way home. I hadn’t planned to her school record over her head or use it as a way to bribe her, the idea had sprung on the spot as a way to exert control over her for the foreseeable future.
I have no plan, no idea what to do with this newfound power. Just raw satisfaction knowing she’s mine for the next six weeks.
Rhys’ Jeep pulls into the driveway of the house as I exit my car. “Aren’t you supposed to be in detention right now?” He asks, checking his watch.
“Got out of it.”
He raises a disbelieving brow in my direction. “How? Wasn’t Thornton hellbent on making an example out of you?”
I tell him about the deal with Bellamy, omitting the part where I fingered her until she came.
He laughs raucously. “When are you going to admit you’ve got an unhealthy obsession with this girl?”
