"Don't..." he rubbed my clit slowly, and I gasped, closing my eyes shut. "You ever think of talking about that damn blondie in front of me again," he dipped a finger into me slowly, and I squeezed my toes in my shoes. "Or think of seeing or getting...
I delivered a forceful blow to the punching bag, my loud grunt echoing in the training room.
I had been here since I got back from school, consumed by anger, almost boiling with rage.
What part of not getting close to the blondie had she not heard?
Another powerful strike sent the bag flying away from me before it swung back. Ignoring the aching in my hands, encased in gloves but still feeling the strain, I landed another forceful hit.
Sweat dripped from my bare chest as I relentlessly continued, refusing to stop. I went to the library as she requested, only to find two blondies there.
One bounced around like a kid, her mouth running incessantly, while the other fucker couldn't seem to take his eyes off Zera, who appeared oblivious to his attention.
I was pissed beyond measure and could have walked in there and dragged her away from him. However, his call stopped me. My Dad.
Zera was getting on my nerves, and I detested it intensely. No one had the right to look or touch her until I had my way with her and fuck the hell out of her.
I didn't wait all this while for a blondie to take her off my hands. Delivering one final harsh blow to the punch bag, I turned, my chest heaving.
Grabbing a bottle of water, I gulped it down furiously, the tension evident in my grip as I squeezed the bottle before throwing it to the floor.
If she was heading to the club, I needed to teach her a lesson and make it clear who she should be listening to. The ping of my phone caught my attention, and I grabbed it.
It was a message from Mum.
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"Your dad told me what happened. When are you coming back home?" - Mum.
Already seething with anger, I didn't need her adding to my boiling rage. I shut my phone quickly and grabbed a towel, wiping off my face. I needed to take a shower before heading to the club.
To Zera.
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I had been in my car for almost an hour after leaving the club. The clock had ticked past 4 am, and Zera should have finished her shift 30 minutes ago.
Resting my head back, I closed my eyes briefly, the rhythmic tapping on my steering wheel betraying the restless thoughts racing through my mind.
What could be holding her inside?
Deep in contemplation, a familiar voice suddenly sliced through the quiet of the early morning. A sharp shriek, unmistakably Zera's, disrupted the stillness, jolting me from my thoughts.
My eyes shot open, and without hesitation, I swung open my car door, stepping out into the cold night.
Scanning the surroundings, my gaze quickly found her not too far from the club's back door. Zera was struggling to free herself from someone's grip on her hand - a man?
