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Stalking isn’t in my blood.
But there’s a reason it’s called a crush and not something nicer. Because falling for someone you know will never want you back is crushing.
“‘Come on, little duck. Be my good girl.’” Chloe squeals, kicking her legs in the air. “I love him so much! Why are fictional men so much hotter than men in real life? This is my new favorite book. If all books were like this, I’d be a voracious reader.”
“You’re the kind of girl who doesn’t have any confidence in what she says or thinks, even if she’s smarter than everyone else in the room. You’re prettier than you realize. You think you’re lucky just to have a man glance your way, when really a man would be lucky to fall to his knees before you. You think you’re the type of girl who should only want the things that are sweet and nice, even if that’s not what you really want deep down. You’re an iceberg girl—most people only get to see the five percent that’s on the surface, what you choose to show them. But there’s a lot more to you hiding
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“You should be dead. Not her.” “I know,” I whisper. “I wish that’s what happened.” Something in his eyes changes. Like he didn’t expect that. How could he not?
They can’t have her. That’s the thought that rang through my head. Mine.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs.
Trey’s face and his eyes narrow. “What? She’s all yours now?” “That’s how it works. I claimed her. She’s mine.”
“I don’t do sweet and gentle,” he warns. “If you’re looking for a prince, he’s not me. I want my belt around your throat. I want to fuck you so hard, your nails leave scars on my back. If I kiss you, you’re mine.”
“I hope you know what you’ve just unleashed, little flower. You’re not going anywhere now.” There’s no going back. I’m his. I belong to Wes Novak.
“Fuck, Violet. That’s a good girl.” My chest flutters from the praise.
“You just let him carve you up?” My grip on her hip tightens, thinking about her standing there, gritting her teeth while he cut into her like a pumpkin, thinking she deserved it. “Isn’t that what you wanted?” Her whisper nearly breaks me. “You’re the one who sent him after me.” “No.” I close my eyes and breathe slowly through my nose, forcing myself to stay calm.
“You just keep getting better and better.” He smirks. “I’m proud of you, baby.”
Trey roofied Chloe’s drink. That’s why she looked so out of it while we stood by the edge of the pool, after I dared her to jump in. I’m the one who pushed her. But maybe she wasn’t able to swim because of the drug Trey gave her. Even if it didn’t cause her death, he still drugged my best friend.
