Yeah, she’s knocked out cold.
I slip out of bed, keeping my movements small so I don’t stir her from her sleep. She needs it now more than ever. I plan to take advantage of this new deal we have, not giving a fuck that it’ll hurt me in the end. If she wants the added benefits of this fake relationship, then it’s essential that she be ready for my insatiable appetite.
I look through my room for Nova’s phone. After a few minutes, I find her purse in the hallway and bring it with me into my room. She must have dropped her bag last night when I shoved her into my bedroom, and neither of us noticed.
I type in the passcode to unlock the screen, then frown at the new messages from Brandon.
He didn’t say anything wrong. I just hate the motherfucker, and from his recent text, he’s not impressed by me either.
Brandon
you up?
how did it go last night? Did you break up with the boy toy?
I raise an eyebrow and mouthboy toy.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I read through the messages between them.
Is it violating her privacy by snooping around on her phone? Yeah. Do I care? Fuck no. And I’ll do it again and a-fucking-gain because this is just a tiny taste of how I get my hit of Nova. Sniffing her panties and feeding her cumster strudels aren’t the only things I’ll do to feel close to her.
It looks like Nova took my advice and talked shit about me. The plan worked, just as I promised it would. I stop scrolling and land on a message from Nova. Brandon’s response sparks myinterest. I re-read it, my lips twitching from a smile I struggle to hold back.
Thanks for listening to me vent earlier.
It’s no problem. Just don’t make it a habit to insult a guy’s dick size. We can be pretty sensitive about our junk. Case in point: your boyfriend getting upset lol
I scroll up, searching for the venting session they’re talking about, and don’t find it. So I assume they talked over Twitch. Rolling my eyes, I crack a smile and close out of the messages. I glance over my shoulder at Nova, amusement tightening my chest as I hold back from laughing.
I’m sure she wouldn’t complain about my size after experiencing it last night.
I set her phone down and crawl behind her, needing to feel her wrapped around me again. My phone buzzes on the nightstand, and I groan, my eyes sliding shut for a moment before rolling over and snatching the device to read the new message.
“Goddammit,” I mutter, and slip out of bed.
The minute Hellfire Night is through—and once my friends and I remove the evidence of the havoc we plan on wreaking—I’m silencing my notifications. I want to spend time with Nova without being dragged away to take care of some assholes from the past.
That’s if Nova accepts being with you and not settling with Brandon.
I wince.
How could I have already forgotten that she’s still intent on being with him?
Shut off your emotions. You’re gonna end up hurt, and you won’t come back from this.
I leave the bedroom and take a shower in the adjoining bathroom, hoping it’s enough to wash away the sudden funk I’m now in. The vines wrapped around my chest burrow deeper into my skin. It’s not only slowly crushing me to death; it’s bleeding me dry.
I shake my head, forcing the suffocating feeling away and focusing on the present and what I have in front of me. I refuse to give up when I have only just started on this plan.
TWENTY-SIX
NOVA
The mattress dipsbehind me from the sudden added weight, waking me from a deep sleep. Cracking open my eyes, I slowly blink to clear the blurry vision. Everything is bright—too freaking bright for my liking.
Who the hell turned on the lights?
For a split second, I don’t know where I am, who I’m with, or what the hell is going on. Then last night’s events hit me.
