I shake my head, ignoring the weird look on his face as I look back down at a picture of Patience. This time, she’s laying on a beach with some friends wearing a tiny white bikini that barely covered her large tits.Jesus, she needs to cover those up, I think darkly.Preferably with my mouth.
“So, she’s your task?” Sebastian asks.
I glance back over at him, trying to decide whether it will be okay to talk about it or not. He’ll probably find out anyway, I decide.
“Yeah,” I look back at the photo of her smiling, her hair tied in a messy bun as she splashes in the sea.
“You gotta fuck her?” he ask. “Because I’ve gotta say, not that I want us to become life partners or anything, but you’re a good-looking guy so I don’t think you’ll have any problem. She doesn’t have a boyfriend. She’s been traveling the past year after graduating high school early. Not that she actually went to high school. In fact, it looks like—at least from what I quickly read—she was home-schooled from the age of fourteen. Probably going to do the same when it comes to college too. She’s been living off and on with her mother in California too.”
He leans against the desk, picks up my unopened energy drink, and pops it open. “I’d say she’s probably still a virgin too—despite that tight ass of hers. Something spooked her when she was a kid, and I reckon she’s never gotten over it.”
I stare up at him in shock and wonder. “You got all that from a couple pictures?”
He laughs and drinks from my can before grimacing and putting it back down. “Dude, that shit will rot your insides.” He starts to walk toward the door.
“Sebastian!” I call angrily, standing up.
He stops and turns around. “No, I got that from the quick search I did on her. I sent it all to your printer, man. Give me a call if you need anymore help. And calm the fuck down. You’re like a pot of boiling water ready to bubble over all the time. It makes me fucking jumpy.”
He leaves, and I look at my printer, seeing two or three sheets of paper printed off. Dude is a fucking genius, despite—or maybe because of—his weirdness.
I reach over and grab the print-outs before reading through them quickly, knowing immediately what spooked her all those years ago.
Me.
Guilt burns in my veins at the thought of this beautiful woman feeling like shit all this time because of me. And then I grit my teeth. No, not because of me, because of Maxwell. Because of that night and what he’d done.
Motherfucker ruined things for me and her.
God, I can’t wait to ruin him.
My cell phone rings in my jeans, but I ignore it in favor of watching Patience from across the room. Besides, I already know who it is. It’s the same person who’s been calling since I missed my first counselor session at school.
Patience leans back in her chair and picks up her coffee mug before taking a sip. I intended to go over as soon as her friends left for class, but instead, I’ve been sitting here for an hour, watching her like some weird kind of stalker.
But I can’t stop.
The more I watch her, the more I worry about going over.
Jesus fucking Christ, I’m turning into a pussy.
I was a kid back then, and I fucked up, surely she’ll understand that?
She reaches up and stretches her arms above her head, her little t-shirt lifting to reveal a smooth flat tanned stomach beneath. A barista stops by her table and she orders another coffee and picks up her pad and pen before continuing to write.
From the stuff Sebastian printed off for me, she has a tutor who comes to her house three times a week. She’s a psychology major and currently has an essay due in. She is beautiful and clever. Sab would love her. Shame she isn’t ever going to be more than a quick fuck.
I shake the thought off. This isn’t about a relationship or finding someone Sab will approve of. I don’t intend on making her my girlfriend and living happily ever after as we ride off into the sunset. This is about a task. Fuck her, make her fall for me, and then break her heart. I’m guessing The Elite wants her to fail her course or something, though I don’t see understand why they want to do that to a girl like her. She’s traveled the past year, helping build orphanages in South Africa, digging wells in Cambodia. I mean, she’s as fucking pure as they come.
“I’m a Man” by Black Strobe comes on the radio, and I chuckle to myself. I fucking love this song and I definitely need to draw on my inner man to get this shit done.
Okay, pussy, it’s now or never. This is a fucking sign.
I stand up, threading between the tables and ignoring the brazen looks from other women. I have a target, and just like in the ring, I’m not going anywhere without my pound of flesh.
I stop next to her table and look down at her. Her top is low cut, revealing the swell of her breasts in her bra. Makes me wonder how pink her nipples would be after I made her wear nipple clamps for an hour. Fucking hell. I groan.
I clear my throat as she slowly looks up, her dark eyes taking in my legs and moving up my hard body all the way to my face. Her eyes widen slightly.
