𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐒

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍

Come on Will.

Keep it together. You never let anyone rile you up like this.

But Tatum isn't just anyone.

My cock begins to stir just at the thought of how I could have fucked Tatum against the wall while she was beneath me and under my will.

But now is not the time.

As much as me and my dick love the thought of fucking Tatum, there's more important things I need to do right now.

Like figure out who the hell threatened my Tatum and how they know my name.

I pull out my phone and open the kings group chat.

ME: We have a problem.

CADE: What is it?

ME: Have any of you been getting creepy texts or felt like someone was watching you?

ASHER: yes I have some creepy fuck was outside my window the other night.

CADE: Yea I've gotten a text.

SILAS: Me too.

JAX: Same here. Got a creepy text about something only I would know.

ASHER: is everyone gonna ignore the fact that i was the only being watched!?

ME: We have more important things to do right now than listen to you throw a tantrum, also I have a feeling that we're all being watch.

SILAS: Who ever the fuck texted me only knew things I would know.

CADE: Me as well. I think we should all meet.

ME: Good idea but there's one thing you guys should know first...

JAX: And what's that?

ME: I think they may be targeting the girls as well.

JAX: Are you fucking serious!

CADE: Then we should invite them as well, test our theory. Everyone agree?

ME: Yes.

JAX: Yes

SILAS: Yes.

ASHER: yes

CADE: We'll meet at my house on Friday. My father won't be home so no unnecessary interruptions. 8pm sharp.

With that I closed my phone and walked out of the art studio.

I had finished my purging and was all sweaty from it.

I had gotten one painting done and was half way done with another until Tatum came bursting through my door.

I hoped she hadn't seen the one I had been working on. It was a special piece. One that was based of me and her.

Us.

Even if there would never be an us the painting made me feel a little something.

Not like how Tatum made me feel but close.

I didn't want her to see it until I was completely finished though.

I locked up my art room and walked the empty halls of Saints Academy.

School had just ended and there was no need for me to hide my still raging hard on.

I slipped into one of the bathroom stalls and images of Tatum flooded my brain.

I tugged my pants and boxers down and lightly stroked myself.

Tatum's smell and touch was so imprinted in my brain that I stroked myself harder. My breathing picked up and soon I was sure I'd come hard just to the image of her.

My grip tightened while grunts and groans filled the bathroom.

I was so very grateful no one was here to hear the noises that echoed around me.

Fuck.

I could tell I was about to come by the way my balls became heavy.

I slammed my hand on the stall door causing it to shake while my come decorated the metal door.

I stroked myself lightly as I came down from my Tatum induced high.

What was this girl doing to me?

After I cleaned up, myself and the bathroom stall i headed to my car.

One thought remained in my head and stayed there for the rest of the day.

Tatum had a bigger hold on me than I thought.

I was well and truly fucked.

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AUTHORS NOTE

I wonder what they'll figure out at this meeting?

Emberly's chapter next!

Will she join Asher and the others  or will she suffer alone?

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