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My stomach protests at the last bite, but I can’t waste it. It doesn’t matter how bad her creations are, my deep-seated need to consume every bit of Cassandra won’t let me throw them away.
“Don’t be a dick because you’re jealous. Human interaction is good for mental well-being. I don’t care about your fucked-up backstory; any girl would be lucky to end up with you.” She loosely flaps her hand in my direction. “Assuming they like the ruggedly handsome bad boy type.”
“Fuck.” He pulls his mouth from mine. We stare at each other while we feel it vibrate a third time. Texts. This man is getting texts while I’m having the most intensely sexual moment of my life.
Cassandra, my obsession, the worst baker I’ve ever met, is going to come back with who knows what to make me feel better because she thinks I’m sick.
“Well, well, well.” He folds his skinny arms across his chest. “You my competition, then?” I dip my chin. “You willing to fight for her?” He narrows his eyes, bunching his bushy brows on his forehead. I make a show of clenching my right hand into a fist. “I’ve never punched a geriatric, but I’m not strictly against it.”
My hot neighbor just cut my underwear off and is using it like a rope to tie me up.
“That’s my good girl.”
“Cassandra,” he snaps. “What happened?” I force my eyes up to his and swallow. “I think I killed someone.” He doesn’t even flinch. “Explain.”
“Breathe, Butterfly.”
Cassandra was my obsession. My Butterfly to love at a distance. A pretty creature on the other side of the glass. I never wanted her to know me. Never wanted to take the chance of trying. Because her rejection… It would crush me. I’d known that much. Known that if she was afraid of me, it would smother the last bit of humanity I still held.
“Baby, I’m okay.” I try to reason with Hans. “You’re not okay,” he grits out next to my ear. I made the mistake of gingerly touching my head a few minutes ago, causing Hans to ask what was wrong. So I told him about Dead Andre pulling me by my hair, and he said something along the lines of I should’ve kept his hands for you. And Hans has been boiling with rage ever since.
King’s “Oh, hell no!” is drowned out by all the women gasping.
