Page 136 of Darkest Obsession

“Don’t talk to me like that!”

“What?” Kit snaps. “I thought you let men do whatever the bloody hell they wanted to you.”

He gets into the driver’s seat and I am not done telling this boy off. He can’t just tell me what to do about an attack that happened to me and he can’t just drag me off to the dorms giving me a lecture on how to behave. I don’t take orders from any white man.

Once I slide into the car, I have to take a moment to appreciate the strong sense of leather.

“Damn… is this new? Wait, don’t answer that. How dare you talk to me with that attitude?”

Kit scoffs and turns the car on. “Seriously, Kola. I won’t argue with you.”

“Oh yeah? Good luck with that, ‘cause I’m going to argue with you.”

“Very good, argue away. I don’t care if you squawk as long as you get your arse to the dean’s office tomorrow morning and report him.”

“I ain’t doing shit, white boy.”

“Call me white boy again and I’ll swerve off the road.”

“You wouldn’t dare, white boy.”

Kit’s crazy ass swerves hard. I shriek and he keeps going.

“KIT STOP IT!”

“I’m far fucking crazier than you are, darling!”

He swerves again and does a figure eight and then a donut as I scream at him to stop. He’s crazy as hell. He’s lost his fucking mind. Oh hell no!

“STOP, you’re going to kill us both!” I shriek.

Kit slams on the brakes as I shriek as the car comes to a sharp halt. I throw a punch at his side.

“Are you fucking crazy?”

Kit grins. “You’re going to tell on him.”

“I’m not doing shit.”

“Want another go?”

Kit revs the engines and I shriek bloody murder.

“TAKE ME TO THE DORMS!” I scream at him.

Kit chuckles. “Perfect. I love bratty girls.”

“I don’t care what type of girls you love. Stupid ass.”

Kit slowly eases his car in the correct direction down the path. Doesn’t he know he can get into trouble for having that stupid car out here? Ugh. I fold my arms and sit stewing in silence until he pulls up outside the dorms. Kit parks his car and sighs.

“If you don’t want to do what I say, trust your friends.”

Kit glances over at me, his eyes oddly warm. He’s a pain in the ass and he’s been such a dick to people that I know that seeing any warmth in the party boy’s eyes surprises me.

“I do trust my friends and they’re going to understand my completely sane perspective on this.”

“How are you sure Jamal didn’t attack you the first time?” he asks.