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“Who’s the prissy one?” Monica called from the doorway.
I froze and slowly spun toward her. My stomach turned, and I questioned why I’d ever been attracted to her—fake blonde hair, fake nails, fake tan, overdone makeup, and a fake personality. Even her once-womanly body was gone, replaced with too many muscles. No softness in her at all. The transformation had occurred over the last two years. She no longer resembled the girl of six years prior.
“I see there’s a new class.” My jaw clenched. It wasn’t the first time in recent weeks she’d done something that set me off.
One of her drawn-on brows quirked up. “Yes, there is.”
“And some shithole who’s been here for less than six months is teaching it?”
“New blood.”
“New blood?” I stepped forward, looming over her. “I fucking started the program. I teach every class.”
“And now there’s someone to take some of the stress off you, especially with your mom’s condition.”
My eyes grew wide. “Don’t you fucking bring her up. This is about you being a raging bitch, for bitch’s sake. Which I don’t get, because you were the one who cheated on me and flaunted that shit in my face.”
She put her hand on my chest and ran it across my shoulder. I wanted to throw up.
“Ooh, I like this side of you, Jared. Are you jealous I’m sucking someone else’s cock now?”
“Go fuck yourself.” I snarled and pushed past her, heading to the locker room to get my crap. I needed to get the fuck out of what once had been my second home but now felt like my prison.
I slammed my fist against the metal door of my locker, cursing, not even noticing that Dex followed me.
“What the fuck is up with you?” He sat down on the bench behind me. “We’ve been friends for years, but I’ve never seen you blow up like that. I mean, I know you’re pissed at her, and she’s doing everything she can to push you out of here and sign over your part of the business, but still.”
I shook my head. “I don’t know. I really fucking don’t.”
“I think you do, and it’s not about her or your mom, so spill.”
“Those two have caused a lot of stress.” I looked around the room, making sure none of Monica’s snoops were within listening distance. “I can’t stop thinking about this girl I saw this morning.”
He stared at me for a moment before leaning over and laughing. “That’s not what I expected you to say!” He wiped away a tear from laughing so hard, which pissed me off more. “Dude, you need to get your dick wet. Take out some of your stress on a pussy.”
My eyes widened, and I stared at him. Something inside me rumbled, those scenes I’d imagined flying through my mind. Fuck, I wanted some girl I didn’t even know and would probab
ly never see again. It was so strong that I didn’t want to just get in and get off. I wanted to decimate her to where nothing else mattered but her pussy wrapped around me.
“Shit, man, put the snake away!”
I looked down and sighed, adjusting my new hard-on. “Told you.” I pulled my bag out and grabbed my keys. “Is it a bad sign that a cardinal sin has taken control of me?”
Dex sighed. “I think you’re just going through a lot of crap and need a release. Let’s go out tomorrow night, get a few drinks and relax.”
“It’s Mom’s rough days.”
“Then see if Cass can help.”
I nodded. “I’ll call you later.”
--oOo--
The next day, I was no closer to figuring out the lust I had for her, my mysterious torturer. I didn’t even have a name to call out when I came. What I did have was a constantly hard dick and a grumpy attitude. All because a girl looked at me.
I’d lost my fucking mind.
Was it really that I hadn’t had sex in a while? Or was it the stress of my mom’s illness coupled with Monica screwing me over?
