Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
No. This can’t happen.
To protect her, I have to leave her.
“Get out,” I growl, the words stinging my tongue like acid.
“What?”
“You heard me.” I shift my eyes to the window. I can’t even fucking look at her while I say it. “You have to go now. And don’t ever come back.”
I hear her sit up and pull her shirt down. “Parker, what are you talking about–?”
“Go!” I bellow, grabbing her by the wrist and tugging her to her feet. “Did you not hear me?”
“What the hell is wrong with you?” she squeals. “So I’m just a quick fuck and now your post-nut clarity is making you realize you want nothing to do with me?”
Christ, that’s the opposite of what’s happening. But I can’t tell her that. If she senses any hint of affection from me, she’ll be back. She’ll continue to follow me, and I won’t be able to resist her. This will happen again and again, and eventually she’ll be mine for good. And then she’ll be in danger. And I can’t let that happen.
“That’s right.” I nod, turning cold eyes to her. “You’re just a fuck. Now I’m done with you. Get out.”
She stands there a moment, staring back at me in utter shock. It’s all I can do to keep my eyes from hers as the pain tears through me. Then she pulls up her pants and walks to the door. As she closes it behind her, my heart breaks.
I’ve done some evil things in my life, but this takes the cake.
5
ALI
I’ve been remade.
It’s as if my entire self was a piece of clay that had been set in its shape, and then an immovable force by the name of Parker came along and heated me to such a degree that he was able to remold me, cast me into a subservient doll whose only desire is to please him. He took my virginity. He made a woman out of me. And everything was pure bliss.
Until last night.
What was that? I don’t mean the gun in his hands or the blade to my throat. I can understand why a man like him would react that way to someone breaking into his apartment. What I can’t understand is the way his personality and how he treated me shifted within just minutes. He threatened to kill me. He fucked me. He made me feel loved. Then he threw me out of his apartment like I was a piece of trash.
I still have whiplash from it all.
And it must be visible to everyone because I’ve been getting looks all day and am being subjected to an onslaught of questions by my friends like I’m a State’s witness or something.
“What’s going on with you?”
“You look…different today.”
“Are you in love? You’re absolutely glowing!”
“I bet she’s in love. Oh my God. You got laid finally, didn’t you!?”
“No.” I shake my head adamantly. Of course it’s Amy from English Comp that’s the most direct and to the point. Whatever internal filter we all have that keeps us from saying things we know we shouldn’t–well, Amy doesn’t have one of those.
“Oh, please!” She scoffs, giggling at the rest of the girls. “You totally got some dick. It’s obvious. I was watching this video on YouTube about how human females emit different pheromones that like…cause their skin to glow after they’ve had sex.” I fight to stop my eyes from rolling. “It’s some kind of biological evolutionary trait that tells the rest of the men in the tribe to get away from her.”
Tammy and Christa laugh as I pop the lid on my salad. The café lunches here aren’t that great, but it’s hard to fuck up a salad.
“That’s funny, because I was watching this video by this great creator that said human females love to pressure their friends about sex when they’re super horny and not getting any!”
Counter-thrust. Riposte.
Tammy and Christa gasp, but Amy simply laughs like I just cracked the world’s greatest joke. “I love you, bitch. But you totally just admitted you got dicked down.”
“I did not!”
“Who is he?” Tammy asks.
“Do we know him?” Christa joins in.
“I bet it’s Mr. Gengris from her stats class,” Amy says, her eyes wide with excitement. “She’s got that student-teacher kink going.”
Again, I merely shake my head as I stuff my mouth with lettuce. I know she’s trying her best to embarrass me into spilling my guts, but it’s not going to work. I’m not even close to blushing.
Oh, sweet summer child. If only you knew just what my real kink was and how tame your suggestion is in comparison.
“Mr. Gengris is hot,” Tammy agrees. “He’s like thirty-five but looks twenty-something.”
I sigh. This isn’t going to stop. Something about me is giving off indicators that things have changed. That I’ve changed. And to be honest, I’d love to actually come out with it and tell the girls everything that’s happened, but how can I do that? How can I explain to them that I fell for my stalker, let him sneak into my room and spy on me, stalked him in return, and then let him take my virginity while I lay there and pretended to be asleep?