Cover by: @authornataliaava
🔞🔞WARNING {18+}🔞🔞
Sequel to: In Need of a Muse.
⚠Book Two CAN'T be read as a standalone.
Timay finds herself back where she started, distracting herself with meaningless sex, the only difference this time, she's runn...
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"Get off of me!" I shriek against his lips and his eyes snap open.
"You didn't seem to mind, New Year's."
"What?" I stop fighting, what-the-fuck face in place.
"You seemed to enjoy kissing me by the masquerade party your parents hosted by The Grand Blossom," he stares down at me smugly.
"That..." No. "Was..." No, please, please. "You?" No, no, no.
"Yes," the sound of keys jingling and twisting in the lock grabs my attention, "help!" I call out, wanting to get as far away from Ethan as possible.
"Jesus, relax," he scoffs, rolling to the side and thank fuck he's off. "Don't look so repulsed, May. You enjoyed it as much as I did..." He smirks, but there's something about his smirk that doesn't sit right with me. "I always loved how passionate you were when kissing." His hazel orbs – filling with lust – flicker from my eyes to my lips, panic beginning to set in, and I clench my fists, ready to take a swing at this butt-munching dickbag.
I was doing so well with controlling my anger and not allowing the burning hot rage to consume and control my movements. It's been a while since I've lashed out, well... Until Tiffany. I feel disappointed in myself for allowing someone like her to get under my skin, for allowing her to bring out that side in me.
I'm disappointed in myself for taking two steps back.
I could've handled that situation better, I know that. I could've kept my mouth shut and allowed her to leave without so much as a word, but c'mon fuckwit and twitchy-bitch bring out the best in me. I know there are so many things I could've done differently but it's too late now. Shit happens and I resorted to violence. I allowed the anger to control me, and I shouldn't have but what's done is done.
Time to accept it and move on without regret. Maybe some anger management and happy pills will do the trick...
"Need any help?" Steven offers me his hand and I take it without hesitation. I look down at a smug as fuck Ethan. "It'll never," I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand roughly. "Never happen again," I turn my back, sauntering away.
I'm almost by my room when he calls out to me, "Timay," but I continue walking, ignoring him. "May, wait... These came for you," I hear his wheelchair against the tiles, following behind me and I stop, waiting for him to catch up to me as I allow the curiosity to get the better of me – what's new? To be fair, I am in front of my prison cell AKA my bedroom.
He hands me an envelope and I take it, entering my room without so much as looking at his smug-as-fuck face. It couldn't have been him that kissed me, not a fucking chance.
That kiss was undoubtedly one of the best kisses I've ever had and not to be ugly or anything, but Ethan was never a great kisser.
Sure, he was good enough at the time when I had nothing to compare it to but after locking lips with Noah and getting to experience what it feels like to really be kissed, I now realize Ethan sucked balls at kissing or he just sucked balls.
