Bad Boy Saint (Bad Boy 1)

"I'll text you."

We kissed again and then she left the car and walked to the entrance to the dorm. When she got to the doors, she turned and waved at me. I waved back and then drove off once the door closed behind her, shocked that things had turned out the way they did. I'd imagined fucking her when I’d seen her at the beach party, but wouldn't have touched her to honor my friendship with Graham. But she had wanted me. She was all grown up. She had the right to choose who she wanted to be with.

I was glad she’d picked me.

Chapter 12

Celia

/> I climbed the stairs to my room and was surprised to see the door open. Concerned, I crept towards the door and peeked inside, worried that someone had broken in. On my sofa, I saw Spencer, sitting there with his arms crossed.

"Where the hell have you been?"

I frowned and pushed my way into the room, putting my bag down on the table. "What are you doing here? Who let you in?"

He jerked his head to the side. "Your next-door neighbor."

"Why did she let you in? She knows not to let anyone in when I'm out."

Spencer stood and came over to where I was. "I told her who I was and that I wanted to go inside and wait for you. Where the hell were you?"

"You could have texted me."

I went to mini fridge and took out a bottle of water, my heart pounding, fearing that Spencer was here to fight.

"Who were you with?" he said, his voice gruff.

"It's none of your business who I was with. A friend."

"Don't tell me it was that Saint thug."

I turned to face him. "Can you leave now? I'm fine. I need to go to bed and get some sleep. I have class tomorrow."

He stepped closer. "You've been drinking. I can smell it on you." He pulled me even closer and I struggled with him to get away. "You smell like sex."

His hand gripped my arm, squeezing so hard it hurt.

"Get out," I said, my voice low.

He slapped me. I expected it, and didn’t care. When I recovered, my hand over my cheek, I tasted blood. It wasn't the first time he'd drawn blood, and unless I could escape him, it wouldn’t be the last.

Mara, the girl who lived in the next room, peeked her head inside. She saw me standing with my hand over my cheek, tears in my eyes from the pain.

"Are you okay?" She saw my face. "Can I call security?"

"My stepfather was just leaving," I said, standing my ground. "Please leave," I said to Spencer, my voice firm.

"I'll leave when I decide."

"Leave now," I said, "Or Mara will call security."

"We're not done here," Spencer replied.

I turned to Mara. "Call security."

He pointed at me, his face so red that I thought he might explode. "You don't speak to me that way and you don't tell me to leave. I control your trust fund and I can stop paying for your room and board. Tomorrow."

"Go ahead," I said, my hands on my hips. "I'll get a job and live somewhere else."