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I groan while staring back at my messages to James, with no response for the past couple of days. Ever since last week when I brought Eiza to the hotel and forced her to confess in front of him, he's been distant.
I admit it was not my proudest moment and I shouldn't have shown him that side of me so soon. He's clearly not ready and got freaked out. Which is why he's been ignoring me.
When I confronted Eiza about the pictures at our dorm, she continued to deny it until I threatened her with my hands around her throat. I still remember her struggling underneath me as I held her life in my hands. I could've easily ended it and crossed a problem off my list, but I stopped myself before I could lose control.
I can't have anything jeopardizing me attending this school. A student's death, nonetheless my roommate's would raise some red flags and arise questions from the cops about my past that I'd rather keep buried.
Of course, I didn't let her go without a warning. She knows to keep her mouth shut and if she tries anything again I'll have no choice but to dig into her background for my own source of blackmail. Unfortunately, I can't put in a request for dorm change this late in the semester and will have to wait until after finals to find a new one.
Frustrated and angry, I pull out my laptop and open the live feed to James' house from the cameras I hid a couple weeks ago. My mouth parts when I spot Julia and him in his living room.
Where did she come from?
I turn the mic on and increase the volume so I can get in on what they're saying.
"I want to make this work between us, James." She sighs before taking a step close to him. I clench my jaw as her hands wrap themselves around his neck.
"Julia, I told you"- James begins but she cuts him off.
"I don't care if you slept with someone else, we can work past it. God knows, we've both made mistakes but I forgive you, Anna knows a great therapist who can help us get our marriage back on track." She smiles hopefully and my breathing escalates as I watch James. So that's the excuse he told her? Not even a therapist could fix the dead marriage they had. Deep down, even he knows it.
"I need time to think." James turns to walk away but she grabs his arm and kisses him. He seems surprised at first but then kisses her back my eyes practically burn into the both of them with hatred.
James pulls away suddenly and shakes his head in regret before storming out of the house with his keys. I'm pretty sure I know exactly where's he's going. I check the gps tracker on his phone and watch as he drives to the nearest bar.
I decide to get in my car and follow him. This seems like the only way I can talk to him, when he's drunk. When I enter the dingy looking bar filled with middle aged men eyeing me up and down, I practically grimace in disgust. It's not like James to be in such an environment as this.
I spot him sitting on a stool while the bartender pours him another drink. He looks absolutely miserable. He's dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt. I casually walk up to him and take a seat on the stool beside his.
"Thought I'd find you here." I sigh and he furrows his brows while his head snaps in my direction. He blinks twice not believing that I'm actually next to him.
"What-How did you..." he slurs but I place a finger to his lips, shushing him.
"Why have you been avoiding me?" I ask.
He shakes his head and scoffs while taking another huge sip of his liquor.
"My wife is back, she desperately wants to make things work."
"What do you want, James?" I ask him.
He looks over at me and licks his lips. "You." He breathes and I bite my lip.
"It looks to me like you want the best of both worlds, but you can only have one." My fingers trail up and down his arm. He gulps down the rest of his drink, before hissing.
"Let's get out of here." Is all he needs to say. The both of us get up from our seats heading towards the back door. All of a sudden a group of men approaching us walks past and one shoves his shoulder real heard into me not caring to excuse himself. I gasp and scowl in his direction and James stops in his tracks. His bloodshot eyes narrowing in on him.
"Hey, why don't you watch where you're going buddy?" He snaps, and the guy stops in his tracks and turns around very slowly.
"What'd you just say to me?" He asks with a threatening tone. He looks like a biker guy with his beard and tattoos. I watch as he walks over to us and James doesn't back down. I want to tell him to leave it, but I'm also curious to see what happens next.
"I think you heard me just fine, you asshole." James nears him, his face real close to his. My breath gets caught in my throat when the man grabs James by his throat and shoves him up against the wall. James elbows him hard before shoving him to the ground and punching him repeatedly until his knuckles are bruised and bloody. For some reason I like watching him inflict pain on this stranger and it turns me on that he tried to protect me.
I don't bother to pull him away, a smug grin forms on my face as I hear his nose crack. The man lays on the floor beaten and weak, not being able to utter a word due to his swollen black eye. When James is finally satisfied he walks back towards me. He looks down at his shaking hands and his chest rises and falls rapidly. I grab him by his shirt and pull him into the bathroom, before locking the door swiftly.
"Leila...I'm sorry I don't know what came over me"-
"That was fucking hot." I whisper attaching my lips to his. He doesn't hesitate to kiss me back hungrily. The feel of his tongue against mine makes me arch my back and moan. He lifts me up on the sink and continues to kiss me while unbuttoning my blouse hastily. Our hands are on each other desperately removing the clothes in the way of our bodies touching. I can feel him hard against me as he slides against my already slick entrance. I grab onto his chest for support as he fucks me against the wall roughly.
"Don't stop..." I moan and he grunts while grazing his teeth against my neck, leaving aching love bites in their presence.
"Fuck!" He groans as he squeezes my thighs, before coming inside of me. Both of us are sweaty and our hearts still racing when we hear someone pounding against the bathroom door. We rush out soon after putting our clothes back on and getting into his car.
I can't help but laugh when I see the group of men shouting in our direction as we drive away.
