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That’s how it should be, though. Her talking to guys that aren’t me. I don’t belong with any woman, not with the things I’ve done. Least of all Kayla.
She’ll remain out of reach, where she belongs.
KAYLA
When I strut into my classroom, I still have Chris on my mind. He must think I’m crazy after how I reacted.
But that’s because Iamcrazy. Not like I’m in denial.
The professor strolls into the room, and I scurry to find a seat in the nearly full classroom.
“Hey,” someone whispers loudly, and I startle to see where the noise is coming from.
When I find the source, there’s a guy waving to me, a huge grin on his face. I immediately recognize him: Prince from the bar.
What the hell is he doing here? Were we always in the same class and I just never noticed? There are a couple of hundred kids here, so that wouldn’t be so hard.
Heading in his direction, I drag a smile.
“Hey, Kayla.” He removes his messenger bag from on top of the chair beside his, grinning sheepishly.
“Hey. I hope I’m not taking anyone’s seat.” I settle into it.
“Nah,” he waves off with a smirk. “I was saving it for you.”
I drop my tote onto my lap and start to remove my laptop and a textbook on European history.
“I can’t believe we’re in the same class.”
“Wish I noticed you before.” He drops his mouth close to my ear. “This class would’ve been a lot more fun.”
“You don’t like it? I find it interesting to go back in time and reexamine mistakes humans made and how they affect us today.”
He shrugs. “I’m not one to focus on the past. I like to spend my energy on the present and the future. Plus, this professor is boring as hell.” His voice lowers as the teacher starts to speak, fixing his red-rimmed glasses.
A door slams shut. I jerk toward it to find Chris marching inside, and every single girl in the room has her eyes set on him.
My throat instantly dries when our eyes connect.
He may be a jerk, but he’s a handsome jerk.
His gaze stays glued to mine until the very last second as he makes it to the last row, taking a seat that allows him a direct view of me from behind.
I readjust in the chair, feeling hot and cold all at once.
“What the hell is an old dude doing here?” Prince laughs.
“He’s like forty. That’s not old.” This need to defend him comes over me, and I don’t know why.
But nothing about Chris is old. He’s every bit man, and I want to run my hands all over his body.
Whore, the voice inside me says, and disgust grabs hold of me and refuses to let go.
I own the title, something I’ve been called for years. Why should now be any different?
The class passes slowly because I know he’s watching my every move. I spend that time trying to pay attention in between turningaround to find Chris still staring at me, an aggravated expression painted on his face.
He looks as though he’s ready to punish me. Ready to grab me by my hair, force me to my knees, and pry my mouth open with his cock.
