Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
“Are you going somewhere without me, Angel?” Startled, I turn to look at him and put my hand to my chest trying to calm my erratic heart.
“No, of course not. I was just getting my shoes on and grabbing my…” I stop because I realize my mistake.
“Grabbing your what?” he asks, leaning into my face. I lick my lips seeing that predatory gaze I was just talking about a moment ago. Cobi doesn’t like for me to carry my bookbag. He says the only bag I can carry is my purse or his balls. The one time I forgot that rule, he spanked me ten times, hard and wouldn’t allow me to come. I couldn’t sit for days.
“I… uh, was looking for my purse. The one that would go with this dress.” He doesn’t look like he is buying it but because I didn’t actually pick it up, there is not much he can say.
He opens the door for me the same as always, but something is off with us, and I know it is my fault. I mean how can it not be when I am lying to all of them, racked with guilt? In the car, we pull out of the lot when he gets a call coming in. I breathe a sigh of relief because it saves me from having to talk right now. From his end of the conversation I gather it is his coach giving him some information about changes to the plays and players.
By the time we pull up to the school, he has been on the phone the entire time giving me the opportunity to breathe for a second. “Hey Rip,” my best friend, Heather, says, walking up beside me and Cobi.
“Hey. Where’s Ivan?” He is her boyfriend although I think she can do better.
“He got suspended,” she says, scowling.
“What? I didn’t hear about that. What happened?”
“He got caught smoking pot in the locker room.” Of course he did. I am not surprised.
“Angel, do you need to put anything in your locker?” Giving my attention to him I shake my head.
“No babe. I’m good.” Smiling, I try to bring some lightness to his gaze, but he is still studying me too intently. Heather picks up on the vibe and coughs before excusing herself. We walk to my first class, and he pulls me to the side.
“I won’t be able to meet you after class. Seems Joe got injured doing a fucking climbing wall last night and now he is out for the season. Coach needs to meet with him now so we can run through the plays with the alternate.” I know he can’t stand it. He is going to be a bull not being able to be beside me between classes.
“I understand. I will be fine, Cobi, don’t worry.” On my tiptoes I try to reach him, but someone bumps me from behind and knocks me into his chest. I turn to see who it was, but he pulls me behind him and calls out.
“What the fuck is your issue, Leslie?” he confronts the head of the cheerleading squad.
“I have no clue what you are talking about, Joc. It was a simple accident.” She tries to sound sweet and reach for his jersey, but he grabs her wrist before it can touch him.
“Sure, Mali-hoe barbie. Just remember, you fuck with her, you fuck with me, and that you don’t want to do. And another thing, keep your hands to yourself. We wouldn’t want that wrist to get broken and that sports scholarship to get lost because we all know your daddy’s money can’t cut it.” Pursing her lips, she yanks her hand from his grasp and stomps her foot before scurrying off. Touching his chest, I get his attention trying to calm him.
“Thank you, babe but you didn’t have to do that. I am fine.” Once again I try to reach his mouth but that is not easy. Chuckling, he lifts me under my ass, and I wrap my legs around his waist.
“I know, angel. But the day I decided you belonged to me was the day I vowed to slay all your demons including the ones you don’t want to tell me about.” Holy shit! He couldn’t know, right? His gaze is intense and trying to maintain my composure under it is making me squirm and not in a good way.
I lean in and kiss him, putting all of my heart into it because I need him to forgive me even though he doesn’t know what it is he needs to forgive me for. I moan into his mouth; his assault is welcome and needed. “Excuse me,” an annoying voice interrupts. We break apart and my teacher is standing there looking at both of us in disgust. He lets my legs down, kisses my forehead, and walks away.