I REMAIN behind as Reina walks with her two friends. Lucy and Naomi are the ones who brought her out of her room yesterday and the ones she likes to spend most of her time with.
In the past, she would’ve been all over Brianna’s plastic personality—another thing that’s changed about Reina.
Owen told me earlier about some sort of war between Reina and Brianna over the captain position and how Reina kicked her supposed best friend off the team.
It sounds so much like Old Reina, and yet, it isn’t. I can nearly taste the tangible change in her.
The way she talks, walks, and looks is the same, but the attitude isn’t.
The constant talking back isn’t.
The fucking smile certainly isn’t.
That day when she brushed past me without a glance, I felt something I never thought I would feel again.
Grief.
I was grieving the new Reina, thinking she’d completely disappeared.
The moment she came out of her room with her friends, I released a breath. Then I got fucking angry at myself for letting her crawl under my skin this way.
She’s been doing it subtly, but it’s there. Every time I wake up, she’s the first person who comes to mind.
And to my fucking dismay, they’re not thoughts about the best way to destroy her. No. They’re thoughts about her.
Her state of mind. What does she want? Where is she going? Who is she thinking about?
If I let my brain loose, it’ll be the reason for my downfall, so I fill it with different thoughts.
Reina is mine to rule and own.
That’s the only reason I’m letting her get away with occupying my thoughts.
At the parking lot, Reina waves at her friends. Her little leather skirt barely reaches the middle of her thighs. The black color contrasts with her skin, making it look like the most delectable meal waiting to be served. Her top falls over one shoulder, revealing the curve of her neck as she pushes her blond strands to one side.
If temptation had a name, it’d be Reina.
Her hips sway gently as she turns around, hips that are made for my fucking hands as I grab them and slam into her warmth.
My cock twitches and I groan, readjusting my sunglasses. It’s been less than a week since I had her all to myself.
In my dick’s memory, that’s a long fucking time.
It wouldn’t feel this desperate if I hadn’t had her, if I’d kept to my rules and made my cock wait.
Now that I’ve had a taste, I want her hands, mouth, and pussy for myself.
I want all of her.
My fantasies come to a screeching halt when I make out the determined expression on her face, the darkening of her eyes and the closing off of her features.
Old Reina’s traits.
She’s out for trouble.
She’s out to destroy someone’s life.
Her expression disappears as she enters the taxi. I retrieve my keys and stride to my car.
Only one way to find out her plans.
