Summer pops up from her seat and walks through the open door. Once the snick of the lock is heard, Samantha takes it as her opportunity to continue where her pleb left off.
“You know you won’t be chosen. It will be me in the end. I’ll have them all,” she decrees, with confidence only a delusional person can have. Her nose is still in the brace, but her eyes narrow in challenge, hoping I’ll engage. I won’t give her the satisfaction.
Pulling out my phone, I text the guys. Images of the other night in my room heating my cheeks.
Me: Why am I doing this again?
Sneaky Devil??: so there are no babies and you can take over the world until you’re ready to have a litter of little critters that look like the perfect blend of all of us.
The Big O: So I can shove my dick inside of you.
Me: So convincing…I’m out of here….
I love messing with them.
The Big O: Someone wants to be punished
Me: I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Sneaky Devil??: But I think you do.
The Big O: I think you like it when we chase you.
I shiver, chills run up my spine, and butterflies whirl in my belly. The idea of either of them, no, both of them, chasing me and what would happen once I was caught makes me squeeze my thighs together as I clench.
Me: Again….I don’t know what you’re referring to. I think you have me mixed up with someone else. ??
The Big O: You’ll know who we’re talking about when my hand is around your throat as you choke Wy down.
Sneaky Devil??: While O has you riding his hand.
Fuck. My eyes close as my tongue rolls in my mouth, imagining how it will feel to gag around Wyatt again. My lips lift into a grin, almost tasting him again.
“I wouldn’t be smiling if I were you. It’s only a matter of time before you get everything you deserve and you’re kicked back to the slums where you belong,” Samantha snides, interrupting my vivid daydream.
Lifting my gaze, my eyes narrow in her direction, but before I can tell the bitch where to stuff it, the door swings open, Summer steps out, and the nurse calls Sam to the back. The priss rises and heads for the back, stopping right as she’s about to step inside.
“I’m so glad to get this. It will mean no more condoms between Wes and me,” she smirks, winking before finally walking through the door.
My chest constricts at her words. I know she and Wes had, and maybe still have, a thing, and he’s not anything to me.
So why does the idea of them being together make my blood boil? On a good day, I want to punch him in the mouth. Since I’ve been back, our interactions aren’t as arctic, but I’d say they’re still frosty.
I’m so lost in my thoughts that I don’t hear when my name is called. I look up and see I’m the last one here.How long was I thinking about Wes fucking Sam?For fuck’s sake.
“Sorry,” I say to the nurse, hopping up from my seat and following her to the back.
* * *
“That’s it?”I inquire.
“Yes, but remember you’ll need to wear a condom since you haven’t had your period until the hormones take effect. Then you’re all set,” Dr. Lambert instructs.
“I plan on wearing condoms even after that, Doc. Nothing’s one hundred percent.”
“Smart girl,” she replies, but there’s something in the way she’s looking at me that makes me wonder if she means it. The look is gone before I can be sure it was even there.
Shaking it off, I hop down from the exam table. It’s been a long ass day. I wouldn’t be surprised if I saw a talking phoenix at this point.
