Page 3 of Cruel Proposal
My fingers run through my hair before skimming down to my breasts, fingers brushing against my nipples. They tighten into stiff peaks.
I should've found someone to hook up with. I would've been able to scratch that itch that's been bothering me since I started law school in August. There's been no time to have fun since then. Instead, I've been hiding from psychotic murderers and taking one exam after another.
And now that I finally get a bit of freedom, I can't even get myself a guy to get me off.
Groaning, I turn the water to icy cold, letting it stave off whatever tension was building in my core. As soon as the chill tells my pussy to calm down, I get out and grab the biggest fluffy towel I can, wrapping it tight around my body.
Téa enters the room then, her hair mussed, her makeup running, and an "I just got laid" glow about her. "Looks like you've been having a good time."
I sigh as she drops to the bed beside me. "I don't know how much longer I can keep doing this shit with my family. I wanted to go to law school to be able to keep them out of jail, but with all thebreaks I've had to take and all the shit they keep stirring up, I'm wondering if it's even worth it at this point."
"You've wanted to go to law school since we were kids."
"I know. I just don't know if it's worth it to protect them anymore." I get up and go to the closet, pulling out a pair of silk pajamas and putting them on.
She waves a hand. "You and I both know that you love your family, and you'd follow them to the ends of the earth. I think you just need a bit of a break."
"That's what this trip was supposed to be. And look at how it's turning out."
She shrugs as she gets up, already stripping and heading to the shower. "Alright, so what do you want to do about it, then?"
"I don't know. Maybe we should go back out tomorrow. Do something fun. Reckless. Something I want to do, for once."
"I'm in." Téa disappears into the bathroom as I sink down onto the edge of the bed.
Sure, I want to do something reckless, but I don't have the first clue about what that is.
My life was never truly my own. Any childhood dreams I could've had were cut from me when I was way too young to even have them fully developed.
Love, a family, children. Yes, my siblings got all of that, but I know that I am not meant to have those. My family needs me to keep them safe, out of prison. Besides, my brothers are way too overprotective to ever let me live my life.
The only thing I crave, the only thing I've always craved, is freedom. The freedom to be myself, to enjoy myself. To be wild once in a while.
Because as serious and responsible as I know I have to be, I have needs too.
Today was just another wake-up call that my life will never be my own.
Still, I want my moment.
That moment where I taste true freedom, where I can be reckless, even if I have no idea what that looks or feels like.
I'm going to find out, though. I'm going to have fun, and when I get home, I can deal with the consequences then. Aiden be damned.
Chapter Two
NOAH
I dragthe blade across the man's neck, his hot blood pouring over my fingers, his breath raspy and fading as he starts to gurgle.
His fingers claw at my arm. Thankfully, they're not bloody. I don't have time to go back to the hotel and get cleaned up. There are other things on my schedule.
The man keeps tearing at me, but his grip gets weaker, the light draining from his eyes. A sick sort of pleasure runs through me as I drop him to the ground, his body crumpling behind a dumpster.
What a fitting place to leave scum like him.
This isn't how I wanted this to go, but he really didn't leave me any other choice.
As I wipe the knife on the man's shirt, the fresh blood mingling with the coagulated blood, an impatient sigh sounds from outside the alley.
