A week passes and Cole leaves me alone.
Partially, at least. He still uses every chance to get on my nerves and make me lose at everything, even if it’s a debate I started.
He never backs down. I swear he lives to see me suffer.
However, he hasn’t tried to have sex with me since that time in the shower. He hasn’t even tried to tie me up like in Ronan’s house.
Well, I have locked my room’s door every night, but I haven’t heard it being turned, which means he hasn’t tried. I mean, he’s the one who said he doesn’t like his bed and would prefer to use mine.
Not that I’m disappointed or anything.
I wasn’t even disappointed when I woke up that morning after I fell asleep in his arms and found myself alone in my bed.
I wasn’t.
The thing is, I never felt my bed was empty until he slept in it, dwarfing me in his hold, just to disappear as if it never happened.
Why hug me to sleep if he planned to leave? Besides, how come I didn’t feel him leave? I was tangled all around him. I should’ve sensed it when he untangled himself from me.
What would I have done if I had? It’s not like I would’ve told him something stupid like ‘stay’.
So anyway, I’ve been at peace. Complete peace. I’ve visited Mum and we’ve had lunches. She still seems out of sorts, but she’s working and campaigning for the party. Mum does better when her head is occupied with work. Besides, she’s seeing a successful French businessman, Lucien, whom she introduced me to. He appears to be fun and has an older man charisma that might actually rival my father’s.
Not in my eyes, obviously, but in hers. If she introduced him to me, he’s not going to be one of those guys she goes out with once and then ghosts.
This means my parents will never get back together. Not that they had any chance when they were both single.
Papa’s campaign has been doing fantastic. I love reading the comments on our social pictures and how most of the people respect him even if they don’t agree with him.
There are often comments about how good-looking Cole is, and asking whether he’ll follow in his father’s or his stepfather’s footsteps. Business or politics. I want to reach out and poke their eyes out. I have comments that compliment me on my social media, but I have no idea why I become enraged when it’s about Cole.
Fine, so I get worked up about everything to do with Cole. Believe me, I want to control it, to somehow get over it, but every time I lie in bed, my fingers find my pussy and I imagine him there lying beside me as I bring myself to orgasm. They never feel as intense as the ones he brings me and I always feel dirty afterwards, and yet, I repeat it every night.
I need help.
But I refuse to admit that out loud, so I focus my efforts on breaking Elsa and Aiden off.
He’s starting to stray away from me and I don’t like it. I need a constant backup plan and Aiden is that plan for me.
And okay, maybe I’ve been keeping an eye on Cole. Since his ‘I know it all’ speech from the other night, I’ve been discreet about how I act. I doubt he knows about the girls I told lies to about his dick or about how cold he is — they seem to dig the latter, so they keep coming back for more, and that’s when I have to threaten them.
Sometimes, I feel guilty about it, and other times, I feel like I’m doing the world a favour and protecting those girls from the craziness that is Cole.
And no, I’m not jealous.
Then there’s Aiden. When I mentioned him seeing Elsa and told him we had a deal, he brushed me off.
“And I can end the deal whenever I wish,” he said. “I’ve had my fun, and I’m free to end it. Besides, you’re a cheater, Queens.”
He laughed as he passed me by. Wanker.
I’m a cheater? What about his damn sexcapades with Elsa?
Not that it matters. I know I’m holding on to a wobbly thread, but I can’t simply let go.
As I head towards the school car park, there’s no one in sight. I quicken my pace to my car because Cole just left, and he told Helen he’d be home late today. He doesn’t have practice and Ronan isn’t throwing a party tonight, so I need to figure out where he’s going.
A small tap-tap sound comes from behind me and I freeze. My shoulder blades snap together and it’s as if someone is grabbing me by the gut.
I pick up my pace and the tap-taps do too.
Shit.
A hand grips my shoulder. “Hey, Silver.”
I gasp as I whirl around so fast, I nearly fall. That’s when I come face-to-face with Adam. He stands with a hand in the pocket of his uniform trousers as he holds out something for me.
The nightmare hits me across the face again. Blood. A black hand. A —
“You dropped this.” He gives me my pen that I don’t remember dropping. I actually remember losing it a few days ago. I’m too detail-oriented, so I notice when I lose things.
“Thank you, Adam.” I smile, taking the pen instead of calling him out on it.
If I want to escape him and his clutches, I need to pretend I don’t suspect him at all.
“You know my name.” He grins in a welcoming way.
Adam’s grandfather from his mother’s side holds a baron title and his father is an influential figure in Papa’s party. He’s not bad looks-wise. He has a buff physique, fit for playing rugby. His face is handsome too. His eyes, though, are usually bloodshot and he always appears as if he wants to ruin someone’s life.
Last year, he made a fake confession to Kim, and when she showed up, he poured a bucket of paint on her head, then mocked her, saying, “Do you really think someone would love a fat pig like you?”
Although I make it my mission to stay away from Kim, I went to the principal about it. Adam crossed an unforgiveable line.
I should’ve suspected him after that.
“Of course I do.” I offer him the impersonal smile I save for reporters. “We’ve studied together since Royal Elite Junior.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t know you noticed me.”
“I notice everyone, Adam. Listen, I have to go. Best of luck with your game.”
I’m about to leave when he places a hand on my arm. I freeze, my heartbeat escalating in my chest. “Is something wrong?”
His face turns blank, and with his bloodshot eyes, he appears like a demon rising from the earth. “He doesn’t deserve you.”
He smiles, and I automatically smile back, even though red alarms are blaring loud in my head.
I need to get out of here.
Now.
Trying to maintain my cool expression, I start to pull my arm away.
He squeezes it once before letting me go. “See you around, Silver.”
As he turns and leaves, I jog the fastest I can to my car without actually sprinting.
Something tells me I just opened Pandora’s box and I’ll never be able to close it again.
The feeling doesn’t go away, not even after I throw the pen out the window as soon as I’m out of the car park.
Thankfully, I do catch up to Cole. He got on the motorway.
I feel like a stalker as I make sure to keep two cars between his Jeep and my Audi.
He’s hiding something. I just know it.
What if he’s out to ruin the family image? What if he’s going out to meet some girl and then he’ll bind her and do what he did to me the other time?
I shake my head and continue my super silent, super professional stalking.
It only becomes a problem when he leaves the motorway and starts taking secondary routes. I can’t keep up without being noticed and there aren’t as many cars that I can hide behind.
So I wait until he takes a turn before I follow. I’m starting to feel like Sherlock — or rather, a loser policeman at a stake-out.
I slow the car as much as possible while I make the turn. I hit the brakes and reverse back. Cole stopped in what seems like a back street. There are several German and expensive cars lined up along what appears like the rear entrance to a club — or a morgue.
There isn’t even a name or an indication of what goes on in here.
Could it be some underground gambling ring? I know Xander fights in underground places with gangs and stuff. I heard him talk about it to Ronan the other time, but neither of them mentioned Cole.
Besides, violence and gambling always felt beneath him.
I park my car at the adjoining street and stay in there for a few seconds, contemplating my next move. What if the people inside are dangerous? Should I have a backup plan?
Yes, of course I should.
I pull out my phone and text Derek.
Silver: If I don’t text you in half an hour, trail me to my phone’s GPS.
His reply is immediate.
Derek: Yes, Miss.
Silver: And please don’t tell Papa or Frederic.
Derek: Yes, Miss.
That’s what I love the most about Derek. He doesn’t ask questions. He just makes things happen.
Like a miracle.
Taking a deep breath, I exit my Audi and beep it locked. I turn around to pull on the handle. Mum taught me to always make sure the car is actually locked and not trust the beeping sound.
A hand wraps around my mouth from behind and I scream, but the sound is muffled as a strong body slams me against my car.
