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It took a lot of effort from me to pull out of her, holding in a groan as I sat on the end of the bed. My back was covered in sweat, and my skin felt hot. I slowly peeled off the condom as I threw a look over my shoulder at the girl on the bed.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, but I knew she didn’t really care. None of them cared about me. They liked the money, and they liked the dick. Not me. No one ever really liked me.

“Get out,” I muttered, flinging the condom to the floor. I’d pick it up later, when I didn’t feel so shitty.

“What?”

“Get out of my fucking house before I call the police and they drag you out,” I growled, my hands clenching into fists. I ignored the swear words she threw at me, the way she glared at me as she gathered her clothes, hurriedly throwing them on before leaving.

This never happened to me. It didn’t. This was a first, and I fucking hated it.

I got up after a while, heading into the bathroom to shower, to rinse off every last trace of that girl. What was her name? Penny? Kate? I had no idea, and I didn’t care. I never wanted to see her again anyway. I never wanted to see any of them again after I was done with them.

As the water pelted my head and my back, I closed my eyes, thinking back to the one girl I shouldn’t. Fucking Ash. Fucking. Ash. Why couldn’t I stop thinking about her? It wasn’t like I was in love with her; I wasn’t capable of love. I was hollow inside, just as I’d been ever since Sabrina died.

I didn’t love Ash. I didn’t.

So why the fuck couldn’t I get her out of my head? During our date, I thought I had her wrapped around my finger. At certain times, at least. But the truth was the opposite: she had me around her finger. It wasn’t something I was proud of, and I hated her for it. I hated Ash so much.

My mind went back to what happened at the zoo. How her hand felt, so soft and smooth, against my dick. My cock throbbed with the memory, and I let out an annoyed groan, knowing I had to take care of my erection somehow. It was best with a pussy, but sometimes a hand had to do.

I gripped the base of my cock hard, closing my eyes. My mind replayed the way she’d touched me, my hand mimicking the speed she’d used. How she watched me all the while, slowly chewing on a fry. How confident she was, how she smiled at me. The memory was burned into my head, and I used it to help my current hard-on.

My fist pumped along my length, my balls tightening. My hips started to buck, and for a moment, I imagined what it would be like to have Ash under me. To feel her wet pussy around my cock, her body rocking along with mine, pink hair splayed around her head like a halo on my pillow.

Thinking of her was all I needed to do, for my inner core exploded in a tidal wave of pleasure, my body heaving forward as I came. I had to catch myself with my free hand, use it to keep me up as my other hand jerked along my tip. White, hot cum shot out of me, landing on the tile in front of me. My knees felt weak, but I didn’t let myself fall.

Once the orgasm was over and my body didn’t feel so tingly, my hands curled into fists. Why the fuck was it so easy to come while thinking about her? I couldn’t come when I had a woman’s inner walls around my dick, but I could come when I imagined doing unspeakable things to Ash. I hated it so much.

I cleaned up and turned the water off, running a towel over my head as I headed downstairs. I didn’t care if someone peered through the windows and saw me naked. This was my fucking house for as long as I had the lease, so I’d walk around naked in it until then.

I dropped the towel on one of the chairs near the dining table, heading into the kitchen to grab something to eat. Didn’t have much, so I settled for a bottle of water. I’d just order something; I’d have to put on clothes, but for food it was worth it. I had half the water bottle gone, about to head back up the stairs to find clothes, but as I rounded the bottom of the stairwell, I froze.

An envelope sat on the ground, pushed in through the mail slot in the door.

Weird, because I already got the mail…

I picked it up, flipping it over to see the front. There was…no address written on it, no return label. Not even a stamp. Just an envelope, plain and white. My eyebrows came together, and I slowly returned to the kitchen, setting my water bottle down on the counter as I ran a thumb through the envelope’s top.

A single sheet of paper was inside it, just a folded-up piece of paper. I unfolded it, finding that it was a typed-up letter. Right. Because if it’d been handwritten, it would’ve been creepier. My eyes scanned the single line on the top of the page, something peculiar settling in the pit of my stomach.

Anxiety? Nerves? Was I…was I worried?

I read it once, twice, three times—each time I read it, I grew more confused, that strange feeling in my gut only growing. Two teeny, tiny sentences. Just six words, and yet I felt them deep within me. I had no idea who left this, who came to my house and pushed it through the mail slot, and it didn’t matter, because I wasn’t going to listen to it.

I threw the note down, scowling as I headed up the stairs. Throwing on some clothes, I tried my best to ignore the feeling that something wasn’t right here, that there was more to this than I knew. Those six words echoed in my head, over and over again, the only thing I could think about, a threat, and though it didn’t mention any names, I knew exactly who the letter was referencing.

Ash.

Stay away from her. She’s mine.

Chapter Twenty-Five – Travis

Just when I thought Ash couldn’t surprise me anymore, she went ahead and surprised me. To remain so calm, so collected, it was almost shocking, but I wasn’t one to be shocked. I didn’t expect her to be so…serious about it all, but honestly it’s what drew me to her to begin with. Her different-ness.

Because she was different. She was different than anyone else at Hillcrest. She didn’t belong with Sawyer, and she definitely didn’t belong with Declan. Out of everyone here, she belonged with me and only me.

To get her, to keep her, to mark her as mine—I would do anything. Sabotage friendships, do some illegal stuff. Really, the list could go on and on.

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