I hope she does.
Taking a deep breath of the night air, I saunter toward the lot and my bike.
When I pull into our apartment complex, I’m practically singing. It’s been so long since I had regular sex, I’m not sure my brain will be able to function with the number of times I’ve come recently.
Just before I dig out my keys, I spot a shadow near the woods at the back of the lot.
“Hey!” I call out.
Is this the same guy I saw the other night atOmegaHouse?
The figure takes off into the night.
I pull out my Glock, racking the slide to load the chamber. Then, set off on a pursuit. But by the time I’m to the tree line, the fucker has disappeared.
Evaporated like he never existed.
twenty-four
Walking wide-legged,I leave the library flushed and hoping no one saw us.
I scurry toward Sorority Row andOmegaHouse, with my new husband’s cum dripping down my thighs the entire way. As soon as I reach my floor, I aim for the shared bathroom to clean up.
Once that’s done, I halt outside my room and take a deep breath. Hand on the doorknob, I steel myself for the pit of despair. Knowing it’ll be dark and quiet on the other side is enough to drive me crazy.
Because Ellis is gone.
As soon as I flip on the light, a lump forms in my throat.
I can’t do this for another night.
Maybe that’s the thought that makes me throw all my bags onto my bed and toss my clothes inside. Then my toiletries. Rip my photos off the walls. And even grab my stash of lollipops that Ayan always left for me on my desks.Not that I miss him. But it’s good to have one while I study sometimes.
I hold up a pink one, twirling it around. What was I thinking?! Looking at it makes me gag. I leave them in the drawer and pick up my pillow instead.
Using my phone, I search out the apartment complex’s address across from campus, the Aeternum Residences. After loading up my car, I head that way.
A new, modern four-story building sits next to a few cute restaurants and small shops. The apartment is on the first floor. Not what I would have picked, but it’s free.
At least it has a nice view of the park and woods stretching behind it, leading toward the ritzy south side of Northview.
As I approach the front door, an unfamiliar smell wafts through. My stomach cramps with hunger. Spices, rich and lush, overwhelm me as I slip the key into the slot and step inside the entryway.
Classic rock blasts from speakers. I gasp as I take in the place.
It’s nice. Better than nice. Roomier than my tiny box back at the sorority house. And it looks as if Apollo and his brothers set up a lot of things already.
The living area has some throw pillows. And a giant TV, of course.
A dining room near the door is barren except for a large table and one chair.
When I round the corner, I’m impressed with the kitchen. It’s larger than I would think.
But that’s not what has my heartbeat thumping…
The massive man in the middle is topless, except for ablue-and-white striped apron. His hips shift dangerously to the beat of the music as he dances around the kitchen, stirring a steaming pot on the stove while simultaneously checking something in the oven.
He flips around toward the other counter, snagging a chef’s knife to chop lettuce on a cutting board. His body jolts as he spots me studying him from the doorway. But his look of shock is quickly replaced with a confident smirk.