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Has Evan been toying with me. Has he been with Jenna this whole time?
No, that can’t be possible.Not as much as we’re together.
“What the fuck?” Evan screams, the anger palpable in his voice. The sound of it pulls me from my tumultuous thoughts.
Peeling myself from the wall, I peer around the corner. Evan has pushed her away and is glaring at her with a mixture of fury and hatred, while Jenna gloats at him, her arms crossed beneath her ample bosom.
“Oh, come on, Evan. You were enjoying it.”
“The fuck I was. I was stunned you’d do something so idiotic.” He scraps a hand through his hair, his chest heaving from his rage. He reminds me of a cartoon fire-breathing dragon with flared nostrils and eyes like a plume of smoke. “Don’t ever fucking do that again, Jenna. Stay the fuck away from me.”
Jenna laughs, her long blonde hair rippling down her back. “Oh, come on, Evan. Do you expect me to believe you don’t want me?” She stares at him a few beats before stepping closer. “Don’t tell me you’re hung up on that brunette dishrag from the wrong side of the tracks?”
It happens so quickly, I gasp. Evan’s hand is around her throat, shoving Jenna against the wall. “Don’t ever call her that again.” He leans over her, his jaw ticking from his rage. “Don’t ever fucking talk about her again.”
Jenna sneers up at him. Although Evan has his hand around her throat, it’s clear it’s a warning gesture and that he isn’t choking her. “Oh my God. You’re hung up on your stepsister. Isn’t she your student?”
I gasp, the coffee slipping from my hands and landing on the floor. Their heads snap in my direction.
When Evan’s eyes meet mine, the look in them gives me courage.
My heels click against the floor as I approach them. “I am his student. And his stepsister.” Evan’s eyes are locked on mine, his anger fading slightly. His gaze dips to my skirt before traveling back up to mine. Heat flares in them before he clenches his jaw.
I come up beside him, my hand sliding up his bicep. “Angry over what I’m wearing, huh love?” I wink at him, giggling over her resulting growl, before I turn to Jenna with contempt and a scowl. “You forgot one thing. I’m the woman he loves.”
Jenna stares at me for a moment, victory lighting up her eyes, like I just showed my hand.
She thinks she’s won. But I’m about to ruin her day.
“Let me make myself clear. I don’t like you, Jenna. I think you’re nothing but a two-bit, insecure slut who has daddy issues and has plastic surgery every couple of weeks to try to morph yourself into his ideal daughter.” My arm wraps around Evan’s bicep. “You want Evan, but you’re too fake to be anything more than something he used.” My gaze trails over her disdainfully. “You also have a secret, don’t you?”
Fear flits through her green eyes before she smirks at me. “Well, look at you. Innocent mousy girl thinks she knows how to play with the big dogs.”
Evan’s hold on her neck tightens, making her eyes widen as she pushes at his arm. I gingerly touch his shoulder, shaking my head. “Let her speak, baby.”
When he instantly complies, I grin, my gaze moving to Jenna, who appears stunned.
“It drives you crazy, doesn’t it? That the one who finally stole Evan’s heart is a middle-class girl from the suburbs with zero plastic surgery and real tits.”
Evan chuckles, but I remain focused on Jenna, not finished with this bitch yet.
“I’d like to smack your face and pull every strand of your bleached blonde hair from your head, then wrap it around your throat and choke you for putting your hands and lips on him.”
I turn and press my body against Evan’s. “Instead, I’ll remove your awful taste from his mouth and replace it with my own.” Cupping his face, I lift on my tiptoes and crush my mouth to his. Evan groans against my lips, the hand that isn’t wrapped around Jenna’s throat sliding to my ass and cupping it. I lick the seams of his lips, and he opens, giving me entry. My tongue dances with his, a moan coming from my lips.
We taste so damn right together.
When I finally pull back, we’re both breathless as we stare into each other’s eyes.
“Yuck. What the fuck is wrong with you, Evan? You’re sick.” Jenna’s voice is laced with venom and jealousy, making me grin.
Lowering myself to my heels, I release Evan’s face to grab my cell phone from the small purse slung over my shoulder. “Nothing’s wrong with him. Evan wants a loyal, genuine person who cares about him.” I step closer to Jenna, a smug smile on my lips and victory dancing in my eyes. “And that woman isme.”
She scoffs, and I shoot her a malevolent grin. “Oh, Jenna. Your arrogance is about to be knocked down.” I pulled up the video Sophia sent me.
Holding my phone out so she can see it, Jenna’s face pales, and she blanches as the video plays. She’s on her knees, giving a blow job to Dr. Thomas, a sixty-year-old Groveton faculty member.
Her body trembles as her eyes flit to mine, fear shining in the green depths of her irises. “Where did you get that?”
