Chapter 5 I’ve Missed the Fear #2
I don't specify which question I'm answering, hoping she'll figure out that I don't want to have the conversation, but…no to both, really.
Blythe rolls her eyes. "Okay, well…I guess I'll see you around."
"See ya."
I give her my back and leave the room, dropping down on the couch beside Dax, not looking up from my phone until I hear the door close.
"Dude, why the hell would you ask that girl to stay for breakfast?"
I shrug. "I wanted to inconvenience the help."
"You really fucking hate that girl, don't you?"
"Yep."
"I mean, you must," he continues. "You had a girl with an ass like that and a bad attitude living in your house, and you never tried to fuck it out of her. I would have had her on her back the first fucking day."
He doesn't get it, and that's okay. He knows Saige and her mother ruined my life, but the concept of revenge doesn't mean much to someone who can pay to make their problems disappear.
His dad is a Black American banker who made his money on Wall Street.
He fell in love with a French art dealer in Paris, moved to Toronto before ending up in Aurora Cove, and now their family is practically Canadian royalty.
Not that I resent him for it—I've benefitted from it more than once.
I'm benefitting right now with how little I pay to live in his house.
"I kind of miss her already; maybe I'll make her come back later and do my laundry," Dax says.
"That's not a bad idea." I picture Saige handling my cum-soaked t-shirt, and blood rushes to my dick. This is becoming inconvenient. I'll get used to having her around and at my beck and call soon, and it'll even out.
Hopefully.
"You don't have class this morning?"
"Not until eleven. You?"
"Yeah, I have almost all of my classes today. I have the art class I'm not supposed to be taking, marketing, and statistics. Nolan and I are going to go down to the rec center later and shoot around if you want to come?"
I glare at him over the top of my phone.
"Settle down. Just thought I'd ask."
"Don't ask again."
Dax shrugs. "I'll probably ask again. Oh, and the new TVs will be here today. See ya."
Dax leaves, and I head upstairs, stripping down to wash the sex off before class, but I can't get the image of Saige holding that cum-soaked shirt out of my head.
My dick pulses, hanging painfully hard between my legs as I stand under the spray of the shower.
I give in, fucking my fist until I come, but into a towel, not down the drain, so I can add it to the laundry basket.
I don't remember the last time I had this much fun.
I walk into psychology a little before eleven, taking a seat in the back of the lecture hall before it fills with freshmen.
I'm not fucking happy to repeat the class, but at least this time, Miles isn't here to fuck it up for me.
I take out my laptop, but then it's like I can sense her. I look to my left just as she struts down the aisle to the front of the room, long brown waves cascading down her back, wearing a long-sleeved black top and a pair of shorts so small, I could probably see everything if she bent over.
I've already seen her tits. Now I want to see the rest.
She stops at the second row, taking an empty seat in the middle.
"Move," I tell the kid next to me when the guy beside her starts chatting her up.
"What?"
"This fucking seat is taken. Find somewhere else to sit."
He only considers arguing for a second before gathering his things and moving a few rows down, calling me a fucking dick under his breath.
I'll allow it. He isn't wrong.
"Hey, Saige!" I call out.
I watch her freeze, slowly turning toward the back of the classroom, a mix of anger and fear on her face.
I've missed the fear.
"Get your ass up here."
She hesitates before replying, "No, I think I'm good here."
"No, you're not. Let's go, killer. You don't want to play these games with me again."
Seething, she picks up her things and moves to the back of the classroom with about a hundred sets of eyes on her, all whispering.
"The attitude was unnecessary," I say as she sets her things down.
"The entire fucking spectacle was unnecessary!" she hisses. "Killer, really?"
I shrug. "Just do what I say the first time."
"Why are you even in this class? It's a first year core class."
"It wasn't last year," I lie. "But this is going to work out really well for me, actually." I close my computer, leaning back in my chair. "Because now I don't need to worry about this class. You're going to be taking all the notes and doing my assignments for me."
"No, I'm not."
"Yeah, you are, killer. And if you think about what I could make you do instead, it's really not that bad. You already have to take notes, right?"
She sighs, pursing her lips and shaking her head, but she opens her laptop, and I know she's resigned to her fate.
"Good girl," I whisper as the professor takes to the podium, introducing herself.
"I just think you could really benefit from paying attention in a class like this. Maybe you'd be able to figure out what the fuck is wrong with you. They might even make pills for it," she whispers, eyes straight forward.
I lean in, close enough that my nose grazes her ear. "I happen to like what's wrong with me, and I know they don't make pills for it."
Her phone buzzes against the desk, and she grabs it, quickly silencing it, but not before I see the text message on the screen.
DAX Did you get anything to eat?
So, he's texting her now. I try to decide if it bothers me or not, and determine it's okay. I want her to be reminded that she belongs to us now, and she won't be able to get out of this, even when we aren't around.
"Give me your phone."
"No."
I grab the phone, holding it in front of her face to unlock it, and then start going through her text messages.
It looks like she hasn't sent any since that night, even though she has several from a girl named Kira, asking what happened to her and where she's been, and a few others from Dax, which she also left on read.
Then, I open her socials and unblock my accounts before sharing her location with my number.
I go through her photos for the rest of class, hoping she has some nudes somewhere on her camera roll, only to end up disappointed.
"Find anything interesting?" she asks once class ends and everyone begins packing up their things.
"Nope. You're just as boring and tragic as I anticipated.
You need to text whoever that girl is, though," I tell her, tossing her phone back onto her desk.
It bounces off the corner, falling to the ground beneath the seat in front of her, and she scowls at me.
"Act fucking normal, Saige. She's worried about you. "
"And what am I supposed to tell her?"
"I don't know. Why don't you start a fight? End the friendship? You don't really need friends anymore, anyway, Saige—not that you've ever had many, but you've got us now. And you're going to be busy."
She ignores me, getting down on the ground on all fours before reaching under the seat in front of her, digging around for her lost phone.
Her ass cheeks stick out from the bottom of her shorts, a thin strip of material barely covering her pussy.
"I bet you'd find it faster if you opened your legs a little more. It'd probably be more comfortable for you, too. It's what you're used to, right?"
Her hand closes around her phone, and she stands, quickly adjusting her clothing before grabbing her bag. I get up right after her, blocking her exit just to see the fear on her face one more time.
She swallows, shaking her head slightly, and then forces herself to make eye contact with me. "Elias, can I please just go?"
She said please. I like that.
"I still have textbooks to pick up. I haven't eaten."
"You need to come over when you're finished and do the laundry."
She shrugs. "Fine. Anything else?"
"Don't forget to send me those notes."
"You're everywhere. How could I possibly forget?"
I step aside, allowing her to pass.
"Oh, and Saige?" She stops, slowing looking over her shoulder. "Stop Googling him. I'm fucking serious."
She doesn't reply before shuffling out of the classroom.
I laugh, throwing my bag over my shoulder. I was pissed about repeating psych, but now…
No more Miles. And I have Saige to do it all for me. Once I get bored with toying with her, I won't even have to show up.
But I don't think that will happen anytime soon. I haven't felt this alive in a while.