18. Briggs
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brIGGS
J ust when I thought I got through to her, she disobeys me yet again. When I got to her new dorm room, it was still empty. She didn’t move in last night like I told her to. Which is why I’m on my way to her crappy apartment.
I’m pissed. She is going to get a spanking for not listening. My palm twitches at the thought. Yeah, spanking her ass seems like a good idea.
A few minutes later, I park in front of her apartment complex. I get out of my vehicle and slam the door shut before locking it with my key fob.
Irritated that I have to be here in the first place, I walk inside the building and take the small elevator up to the third floor.
I knock on her apartment door, and a few seconds later, Buck, her roommate, opens it.
“Hey, you again,” he slurs. “Here to see Wren?”
“Yup.” I don’t wait for him to invite me in, or even worse, rope me into small talk. I push myself past him into the living room.
Buck doesn’t seem to care much. He closes the door behind us and sits back on his couch to watch TV. I make my way through the tiny apartment into Wren’s room. I don’t bother knocking. I simply turn the knob and push the door open.
Her room looks empty. I’ll give her that much. There are no more drawings or paintings on the white walls. I find her lying curled up in her bed with her eyes closed, but they fly open when she realizes someone is invading her space.
“What are you doing here?” she asks with a raspy voice laced with sleep.
“I told you to move into the dorm.”
“I tried.” She points at the half-packed suitcase in the corner of the room. “My car wouldn’t start this morning, and I’m on my period.” She says it like it explains everything.
“So? Get an Uber or walk. I told you to do something, and I expect you to do it.”
“Can we not do this today, please? I really don’t feel well.” She sits up slowly, and I realize she is holding a heating pad to her stomach. “It’s just the first day. Tomorrow, I’ll be up for your tormenting me again.”
“Sorry you don’t get vacation days. Get up and finish packing.”
“Ugh,” she groans loudly, throwing her hands up in the air. “Fine, asshole.” She throws her electric heating pad next to her on the bed and gets up with a huff. I watch her scurry around in nothing but a tiny pair of shorts and a thin T-shirt, while she stuffs her things in the suitcase before zipping it up.
She huffs again, probably realizing that all of her clothes are in the suitcase now. She unzips the thing again in anger, pulls out some jeans shorts, a bra, and a shirt before pausing. She looks at me over her shoulder, and I give her a megawatt smile.
“Go on… I’ve seen you naked.” I shrug, excited for the show.
She turns her back to me once more before stripping out of her sleep wear until she is in nothing but a black pair of panties that look a little too big on her. She quickly gets dressed in the clothes she laid out. Then she stuffs her jammies in her luggage and zips it up again.
“Happy?” She huffs.
“I’ll be happier if you had stayed naked and had your lips wrapped around my cock, but you seem in a biting mood right now, so maybe we’ll wait till later.”
“Good choice,” she mumbles while putting on her flip flops. She grabs a large tote bag from beside her bed and stuffs her blanket and heating pad inside before flinging it over her shoulder. She snatches the pillow from the bed and props it under her arm. “I’m ready.”
“Finally.” I get up from the bed. “Here, let me help you with this.” I pull the pillow from under her arm and push it under mine.
“What a gentleman,” she says sarcastically, and I wink at her.
I watch her drag her heavy suitcase across the floor and out of her room.
“I’m sorry again for the short notice, Buck,” she tells her ex-roommate on the way out.
“No worries, darlin’. You take care of yourself now.” Buck gets up from his couch to engulf Wren in a big bear hug.
I don’t like it. My chest tightens and my hands ball into fists, ready to fight the dickhead off. What the fuck is that about? All he is doing is hugging her.
“Time to go,” I urge. He releases her, but not quick enough for me. I’d rather he didn’t touch her at all. She is my toy and mine alone.
Wren gives me a look like she is annoyed with me, but I ignore it, waving toward the door like I’m suddenly in a hurry. She rolls her eyes at me, but drags her suitcase behind her and out the door.
“We’re taking the elevator,” I announce.
“I’m not. You can.” She shakes her head. “I’m not going into that death trap. You know how old this building is? That elevator is the same age.”
I smirk, knowing she is going to get in with me.
“All right, let’s just put your shit in there so you don’t have to carry it down three flights of stairs,” I suggest.
“Okay,” she agrees, but I can hear the hesitation in her voice. She already knows I’m up to something. Smart little bird.
I step inside the elevator, and she pushes her suitcase and tote inside. She tries to take a step backward to get out, but I grab her arm and pull her in all the way. She yelps at the sudden movement, trying to get free, but I twist us around so I’m in front of the door, and she is shoved in the corner.
“Stop it! I’m not riding in this thing!” She turns in my hold, but that only makes me grip her tighter. Her back is against my chest, and I very much enjoy her grinding her ass into my crotch.
“Too late,” I chime as I press the first floor button and the door slides shut behind us.
“Ugh! Briggs, why? Now we’re going to die!” She pushes away from me and this time I let her. She crosses her arms in front of her chest and presses herself into the corner like she is trying to get away from me. Her eyes are wild with fear as her gaze bounces from wall to wall of the tiny elevator.
“So dramatic.” I laugh while we descend slowly.
Wren’s chest rises and falls quickly, her breathing erratic, her shoulders shaking with fear. My cock strains against my shorts as I take her in. Her now shoulder-length hair is not even combed, giving her a just fucked look if it wasn’t for the dark circles under her eyes.
She is on the verge of a panic attack by the time we make it to the first floor and the door opens. Wren rushes past me into the hallway, leaving her stuff behind.
“What about your shit?” I remind her.
“Leave it. I don’t need it anymore.”
This time, I roll my eyes at her. “All right, drama queen.” I drag the suitcase and tote out of the elevator, and she somewhat calms down. “Don’t say I never do anything for you.”
“You’re a real hero,” she quips, and grabs her stuff before following me to my parked truck outside, where I watch her struggle to lift the heavy suitcase into the backseat. I throw her pillow into the back, next to the box Carter gave me earlier. I get into the driver’s seat and reach back to get the box. Open it and take out two of the brownies, handing one to Wren when she sits down next to me, out of breath.
“Eat this,” I order.
Wren looks at it like I’m about to poison her. Shaking my head, I take a bite of the brownie I was handing her. “Isn’t chocolate good for periods?” I say, while chewing.
“Yeah, but what’s the catch?”
I smirk. “No catch, I just want you in a better mood for what I have planned for us. You look a little down right now.” It’s not a complete lie. There is no catch other than the weed inside these brownies.
She takes the brownie from my hand and stares at it for a while. I stuff the second brownie into my mouth, eating the whole thing in a few bites before starting the engine of the truck. When I look over at her before backing out, I see her sniffing it.
“I’ll eat it if you really don’t want it.” I reach for it, and she pulls it away from me, taking a big bite before I can take it away from her. “Atta girl,” I praise with a smile.
“I’m only eating this because I haven’t eaten anything else yet, and I’m starving,” she confesses.
“Whatever you have to tell yourself, bird.” Come to think of it, I haven’t eaten myself, and I’ll be hungry once this edible kicks in. “Here, make yourself useful and order some food while I drive.” I unlock my phone, pull up Uber Eats and throw it in her lap. “Order a large pepperoni pizza, wings, a drink, and some dessert. Delivered to your dorm room.”
She takes my phone and starts typing in my order without a word. By the time we make it to the dorm, everything is already being prepared with an estimated delivery time of twenty minutes. Perfect timing.
I park my truck right in front of her dorm, grabbing the pillow out of the back. I let her struggle with the rest of her stuff. We make our way to her dorm room in silence, but there is a tension growing between us. She knows I’m going to want something from her once we’re inside, and she isn’t wrong.