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“D-Dekker? W-what are you doing in here?” Her voice wavers as she slowly steps closer to this douche canoe.
“Who the fuck is this?” I point to the guy whose smile is now fading fast as he stands straighter. As if he stood a chance at taking me on.
“I’m Damien, her boyfriend. Who the fuck are you?” He narrows his eyes at me.
Rory spins to face him. “Wait, my boy?—”
“Her boyfriend? She sure didn’t mention a boyfriend when I had her under me at the party last weekend. In fact, I am pretty sure she was calling out Dekker, and not whatever douchebag name you have.”
I cock a grin as I see Rory’s face pale.
“What?” His mouth drops open, and his head snaps toward Rory. “What the hell is this asshole talking about?”
By now the whole class has quieted down. Thank fuck there is no professor in sight. Because I am sure I would be removed from this class.
“Get the hell out of here, Dekker!” I turn and find her roommate and friend, Addy, with her fists curled at her sides.
I just flick her nose. “Shush. Grownups are talking.”
“Don’t you fucking touch her, you fucking shithead!” My attention turns back to Rory to see her face all red and the look of fire in her eyes.
“Look, I didn’t come here to start trouble. I just wanted to see if you wanted to maybe go out. Seeing how we had such a nice time in my bed the other night.” I shrug.
“You were in his bed, Rory? What the fuck?” The asshole next to her backs up in disbelief.
“It’s not what you think. I promise,” she pleads with him.
“Then tell me what happened on Friday.” He puts his hands on his hips and stands over her, a thunderous look in his eyes.
“Can we just talk about this later, Damien?”
He shakes his head. “No. Tell me.”
She bites her lip and looks between me and him. “No.”
“‘No’,” he repeats with a scoff. “Got it.” He turns to his desk and scoops up his laptop and bag, then storms out of the room.
“Damien, wait!” Rory calls out, but he keeps walking, completely ignoring her.
She turns to me, and there’s a rage in her eyes, a fire burning. “What the fuck was that? What the fuck is wrong with you?” she demands.
I shrug. “Not a thing, Angel. I just don’t like another guy touching what’s mine.”
“Excuse me? I am not yours, you psychopath! Get the fuck out of here!” Rory points toward the door.
I look at Addy who is baring teeth at this point. And it’s cute that she thinks she can take down the likes of me. As I turn my attention back to Rory, the flaming rage in her eyes, the red in her cheeks, my dick stirs to life.
Fuck, I do not need a boner in the middle of this class.
“Tell you what, how about I take you for a ride on my bike later tonight? I’ll make it up to you, Angel.”
“Stop. Calling. Me. Angel! And take your fucking offer and shove it so far up your ass and fuck off with it.” Rory grabs her bag and things, then bulldozes past me and others.
Addy follows her, giving me the stink eye as she does.
I run a hand down my face and turn to see the entire studio still staring at me.
I growl and narrow my eyes at them; instantly, they all turn back to what they were busy doing, or at least pretending to. Fucking good.