I don’t let him finish, forcing my way into the dorm. I’m greeted with the sight of a massive flatscreen TV in the middle of the room, and two other boys inside, playing Xbox. The other guy, Elias,lowers the console, gently pushing Soren.
He turns to look at me, and a smirk tugs on the corners of his lips.
His messy, black hair falls over his face a little, and those hazel eyes pierce into mine. The thick eyelashes are as dark as his hair, curly and long. His lips are plump, in a deep shade of pink. The man looks like a model straight out of a magazine.
Too bad he’s a fucking cunt.
“You,” I hiss.
“Me,” he smiles cheekily. “What can I do for you, Sloane?”
“Don’t even try to fuck with me, Ford,” I spit, stepping closer to him. He doesn’t stand up from the floor, the console resting on his lap. He’s dressed in a black pair of sweatpants, with a basic, black cotton shirt that seems to hug his exquisite body all too well. “You spread that fucking rumor. Out of everything you could do to me, you had to mess with my education?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Sloane,” he feigns ignorance, shrugging, though the taunting smirk still lingers on his face. “Are you sure it was me?”
“Yes, because Colton spilled.”
Soren’s eyes darken a shade when I mention Colton’s involvement, his jaw clenching. His eyes narrow a fraction.That'sthe person I’m used to seeing. A cold, calculating, and downright sadistic man that isn’t bound by morals, and who is always ready to do whatever it takes to have his way.
“He did, did he?”
His voice drops an octave, his words slower. The anger I’ve been suppressing for the entire day suddenly bursts to the surface when I’m met with a gaze full of hatred, and I don’t know how to control it.
I don’t even try to.
Instead, I reach for the console on his lap and slam it as hard as possible against the TV, smashing the screen in the middle, with a very visible crack on it. The image immediately disappears, replaced by grey static.
“You cunt,” Soren laughs, and it sends chills down my body. The sound is dark, twisted, and I can’t help the fear that slowly starts sneaking its way into my chest. Slowly, almost as if to taunt me, Soren rises to his feet, making me feel small for a moment. I should back down, but the Sloane pride doesn’t allow me to.
“You’re the fucking cunt,” I double down, spitting the words, hands balled into fists next to my body. “I promise you, Ford, I will fucking ruin your entire life. You messed with the wrong bitch.”
“You’re right about being a bitch,” he sneers, and something in me is happy that he’s as angry as I am. “Besides, it wasn’t a big deal. Your daddy can bribe his way out of you getting any serious punishment.”
“Aw, jealous that my daddy actually cares about me?” I mock. “Speaking of fathers, where’s yours, Soren? Last I heard, he wanted nothing to do with his bastard children.”
A gasp comes from behind me, and I immediately recognize it as Avalon.
A few years ago, there was a rumor that Soren’s mother had been having an affair for the entirety of her marriage with Soren’s father, and that he and his sister might not actually be Ford’s children. Whether it’s true or not, I don’t care, but even still, I know this is the lowest point I could’ve hit.
And fuck, it feels good.
Until it doesn’t.
In an instant, Soren’s in front of me, eyes pitch black. Breathhitches in my throat, and all of a sudden, I regret saying those words, because consequences came to bite me in the ass sooner than expected.
Before I can say a word, Soren’s hand wraps around my throat, and he slams me against the nearest wall. I gasp, and he lifts me off the floor with ease, my feet dangling in the air. He gets in my face, his lips right next to my ear. “Repeat that again, you fucking bitch.”
“I won’t repeat it,” I croak out, though barely. His hand tightens around my throat, and breathing becomes a struggle. “But I’ll ask you — what’s it like to know that your mother’s a whore?”
Something resembling a snarl comes from the depth of his throat, and he slams me against the wall harder, with more force. I gasp, the pain spreading through my body, the ache in my head increasingly getting worse. Soren leans in, his lips right next to my ear. “Oh, Sloane,” his voice is gravelly, dangerously low. It’s a dark promise that makes blood run cold in my veins. “You shouldn’t have said that.”
My eyes start closing, tears prickle in the corners of my eyes. I wrap my hand around his wrist — well, try to, given the massive difference in our body mass. He tightens his hold on my throat, and I can no longer breathe.
Black dots start to form in my vision, and just as I’m about to finally give in and let the darkness consume me, Soren is ripped away from me.
I slump down, gasping for air. My hand reaches up to touch my throat as Kenzo holds Soren tightly, leading him right out of his dorm. My body is trembling and tears roll down my cheeks freely. Avalon and Grace are next to me in an instant, but I can’t focus on anythingother than the fact that I’m fucking seething.
The bastard choked me — he actually dared to put his filthy hands on me.
