Make You Beg

But instead, I open my bag and grab a Westbrook High hoodie and a pair of her denim shorts and throw them at her. “Get dressed.”

She doesn’t argue or waste a second. Once she’s dressed, I throw my bag over my shoulder and grab her hand. I walk us over to the door and unlock the padlock. “We’re leaving,” I inform her. She may have arrived with Jamie, but she’s leaving with me.

Thankfully, she doesn’t argue.

We walk back up the hallway and into the main building of the performing arts center. The crowd isn’t as big as it was. Kids have made their way over to the Graveyard by now for the fight.

I yank her toward the double doors and walk outside. I see Jamie walking to her car just as Henley does.

“How could you?” Henley screams, ripping her arm from my grip.

Jamie laughs roughly, turning to face us as we continue heading her way. “Oh, come on, Henley …”

“What were you thinking, Jamie?” she snaps.

She shakes her head. “I knew you’d be jealous.”

“Jealous?” Her jaw drops. “I’m fucking pissed. You know what he’s done to me.”

“I know what he’s done to me.” Her tongue runs across her lips.

“You fucking bitch …” My little doll goes to run at her, but I grab the hoodie and yank her back to me. I’m in no mood for a catfight tonight.

“Let her go,” I tell Henley.

Jamie throws her head back, laughing. “It’s sick, Hen. This obsession you have with him.” She places her hands on her hips. “He doesn’t want you. And I’m telling you, as your best friend, it’s time to move on.” She unlocks her car, and she jumps inside.

Letting go of her, she stays next to me, panting. She’s breathing fire.

I like this doll. Feisty. Worked up. It’s hot. “Don’t worry about her,” I say.

She turns around to face me. “You don’t understand.” She runs her hands through her hair, pushing it from her face. The makeup she showed up wearing is smeared across her face.

“Explain it to me,” I offer.

“I loved him.” She breathes the words, and tears start to drown her pretty blue eyes.

Poor thing. I step into her and run my thumb over her quivering lip. “That was your first mistake. Dolls aren’t meant to feel.”

We get into my car, and I drive us back home. I’m hard as fuck the entire time and imagine her leaning over and giving me head. But not all dreams come true and shit.

We return to the house just as the thunderstorm arrives. She runs inside the house, up to her room, and slams the door.

I take a shower, smoke a joint, and jack off before crawling into bed with my mind on the woman across the hall.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

HENLEY

I SIT UP AT the sound of thunder rattling the walls of my bedroom. Picking my cell up off the nightstand, I see it’s a little after three. I’m still drunk, and the Monster has had me tossing and turning all night.

Lightning flashes, lighting up my room like it’s the middle of the day. I look over to see one of the French doors has been blown open by the wind, and it slaps back and forth. “Shit.” I jump up and grab a towel from the bathroom and then go to the doors. Dropping the towel on the floor, I quickly push the door shut and lock it. But I pause when I see a figure standing by the tree. They’re dressed in dark clothing, so I can’t make out their face, but the thought alone of someone standing outside the house in the middle of a downpour makes a shiver run up my spine. Lightning flashes, and they’re gone. I blink a few times, my eyes scanning the yard to see if I can see where they went when the thunder booms.

I jump back with a shriek just as the lights go out. I don’t even think. I use my flashlight on my phone to exit my room, run across the hall, and knock gently on the door. “Law?” I whisper-shout. But I don’t hear a response.

I twist the knob, and it opens. Closing it behind me, I shine the flashlight on the bed and find Law passed out. I roll my eyes. Of course, the bastard can sleep through this shit.

“Law?” I go over to the side of the bed, and he lies on his stomach. The covers are shoved down, giving me a view of his muscular back and the curve of his ass. The one pillow that was on his bed is now on the floor, and his hands are up by his head. “Law?” I poke his shoulder with my finger.

“Hmm?” he mumbles.

“Someone was outside my window,” I rush out, looking over my shoulder as if that person is going to barge in at any second. Too bad I won’t be able to see them.