I rub at my sore bicep. Fuck. It’s been three days and I swear to god the bruise from Vincent’s fist is only getting worse. I was just as surprised as he was when I woke up to find that the person cuddling me was not my girlfriend, but one of the most intimidating men on campus. Griggs didn’t even think twice, his eyelids fluttered open, looked at my face and bam, right to the arm. I’m glad Asher was there to pull him off me because he was going for my face next, and god knows I can’t risk any damage to my money maker.
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