“Harrumph.”
“What’s got you looking like that?” Kierra’s voice crackles on the speakers after a minute of silence, and I startle because I thought she’d left me alone.
“Nothing, Kierra.”
“Well… another group is about to come in so you might want to get your shit together.” And I just know the bitch is smirking as she stares at me through the screen the cameras display on.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m on it,” I tell her as I square my shoulders, rollin’ em back and straightening to my full six-foot three frame. Ropes smack me in the face as I do, but I easily swing them away, unbothered by them as I exit the room with little to no purpose but a job I still have to do.
I just need to get my shit together.
I need to get Madison out of my mind.
Clearly, he’s not worth the trouble. He’s too…No.
I shake my head vehemently.I’mtoo much for someone like him. The things I like, the things I want, could never match up to someone as pure as him.
It was just a one-time fluke, and I should probably start tryin’ to get over this shit because it’s affecting me way too much.
I mean, for fuck’s sake, it has me dreading work, and Ilovemy job. Who wouldn’t?
Yeah.
I need to get over Madison Payne.
That’s easier saidthan done, especially when the boy continues to rob my every thought. Sleeping and awake.
He’s a fucking thief, is what he is.
I stare up at my dark ceiling, blinking through the bleariness in my eyes of another night of missing sleep—because ofhim.
I dream of his soft cries and loud whimpers.
His snotty tears and choking gasps.
His pleas.
His beggin’.
His enchanting beauty as he stared up at me through those dark, clumped lashes, wishing for a reprieve he didn’t really want because that was the best he’d ever felt in his entire life.
Andfuck,when Madison lets go…
There’s nothin’ else like it.
“Fuck.” I toss the blanket back with a growl and shove upward until the cool air of my fan is drifting over the bare skin of my torso, causing goosebumps to break out against my flesh.
I pull my pierced bottom lip in between my teeth and chew on the metal of the jewelry in it as I let my mind drift.
There’s nothing else I can really do at four in the morning.
I guess I could go over to his place, but he’ll be sleeping—with his curtains closed—so there’s really no pointin that.
He’s getting smarter, the little shit head.
But as annoying as that is, I find it so amusing that he’s going through the precautions he is to keep me out when he has no idea who or where I am. Or when.
For all he knows, I could be cuddled up under his bed this very second, listening to every sound of his breath. His heavy exhales with a slight snore at the end, I imagine. His soft intakes of breath, quieter than a mouse.
