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It’s a frenzy of another kind. A claiming of each other in a way we each have no fucking control over, and by the time we are both soaring, I’m pretty fucking sure that the whole club would have heard us.
Normally the comedown from a sex high is awkward. Mostly for the girl, not really me.
I usually tell them they did good, or just grunt at them to make sure they grab all their clothes on the way out.
It’s never been like that with Zoe, but even so, this time feels different.
Our panting breaths fill the room as we lay sprawled on the floor in front of the sofa. My dick is getting limper by the minute, evidence of being sated. For now.
Zoe is staring at me though, and it’s a little unnerving. I glance at her next to me, my brows dipping in a frown.
“What?”
“You do seem… different.”
“Good different or bad different?” I ask, rolling to my side and propping my head up in my hand, completely forgetting how I hurt my shoulder earlier, but fuck I feel it again now.
“I’m not sure yet.”
I chuckle. “Let me know when you figure it out.”
She gives me a nod, her gaze darting to my chest as she worries her lip.
“So this is really my home now?” she asks, and I nod. “And no Harvard?”
“That’s right, Princess. No Harvard.”
“I’m not sure how I feel about that.” She admits, and I nod, leaning in and pressing my lips to her forehead.
“It’ll take some time to get used to.”
“Hmmm.” She mumbles, curling into me.
Zoe falls asleep not long after, and I stay on the floor with her, keeping myself wrapped around her, not wanting to let her go.
It’s bizarre to think like that. I’ve never wanted to claim something like I do Zoe. In fact, the only thing I want more is for her to claim me right back. I’m aware that could take some time after the things I’ve done to her. Hell, it may never come. But I won’t give up. Not now that I understand what my infatuation has been with her.
I’m pretty sure it’s a four letter word that I’m not ready to say out loud.
Zoe
IfuckinghatethatI don’t have my phone anymore because after Gray fucked me into forgetting my promise to stop by the Cruz Cunts’ room last night, I fell asleep. And I haven’t seen any of them all day.
Admittedly, I haven’t looked that hard. After breakfast, I felt like being alone. So I went back to mine and Gray’s room, spending the day on domestic shit like cleaning and, yeah, doing the fucking laundry. Which actually turned out to be therapeutic. Who knew?
The man has a way of making me see reason during sex, even after. But in the harsh light of a new day, I usually find myself more confused.
Logically, I knew I wasn’t going to Harvard, and if I’m being completely honest with myself, I’ve known that since he brought me here in the first place. Just as I knew there was more to my dad’s deal with the Cruz Kings than just keeping me around for the hell of it. But I stuck my head in the sand, allowing denial to take over as my coping mechanism of choice. And I’m not sure I regret it. It allowed me to go on, helped me face one thing after another as the punches kept coming.
One thing I can’t let go of is my need to settle the score between us. I can’t quite explain why it’s so important to me, but it is. It’s vital that I get even with Grayson as much as possible, that’s the only way I can feel right about… well, any of it. Especially what’s going on between us.
I know I have feelings for him, just as I know I can’t fight them forever. And maybe my need for revenge is a way of proving myself. It will be proof that I’m not some meek girl with Stockholm syndrome, but rather someone worthy of standing tall at his side.
But then again, maybe I’m just stubborn, and don’t know when to let things outside of my control go. One thing I can control, or should be able to at the very least, is the promises I make. Which is why I’m now finding myself in front of the Cruz Cunts’ door.
I knock, unsure if any of them are even here, let alone if they’re in the middle of… umm… recording shit for their new business. With their newly earned riches, the women have amped up their private partying a lot. I can’t say I blame them, though. They’ve more than earned the right to indulge as they see fit.
“Zoe! Come on in,” Rose exclaims happily as she opens the door wide to let me in. “We wondered what happened to you last night.”
