Wreck Me (Corrupt Legacy Series #2)

This standoff is starting to bore me. Two guys fighting for a girl. Looking at said girl, her face is ashen. I wonder how many times I would fight for her, only for her to choose him.

“Give me a moment,” she says to him.

“Are you sure?”

A silence wrapped in nervous energy and tension stretches between us once we’re alone. Her nearness tortures me once again with sweet temptation and shattered dreams. I’m a hostage of my love for this woman. How the hell will I escape her clutches when she has her hand curled in a fist around my heart?

“You’re here,” she says and clamps her mouth shut as if it were a slip.

Memories and broken wishes crash together in my chest.

All my mouth comes up with is a grunt.

She bursts into hysterical, maniacal laughter. “And here I thought the worst already happened.”

“Are you and that Celine girl like sister wives?” I ask.

She pushes me into the wall, and so many good memories surface from my lips on hers and her back against a wall.

“Jealous?”

“Princess, you reek of wanting me again.”

Dane’s here and his presence lights my entire core aflame. I lift my gaze to the sky, glaring at it, mad at the Universe for throwing me this curve ball. Really? On top of everything I have to deal with him being here as well?

I watch Dane leave. Somehow, this is the only way for us—him leaving and me staying behind. All those old wounds fester once again, but I have to be strong.

I force myself to keep walking toward the architecture department—shoulders high and chin up. I’m walking on my personal runway while people stare at me.

It’s hard to focus in class.

Here we go again.

No.

The internal argument I’m having with myself would be quite entertaining if I weren’t the one in this torturous position.

Back at the college house, I make myself a salad, and Bailey stumbles in, eyes wide.

“Have you heard?”

I nod, going on a talking hiatus.

“How are you?”

“Perfect.”

She pins me with a glare.

“As if it wasn’t enough with Celine coming back, he’s here too. Both of your weaknesses… making you act like lunatics.”

Bailey reminds me of Kaden getting into a fight with Hunter.

“You don’t have to worry about me.”

I’m a stone, an unfeeling stone. I chant that to myself until one day I’ll believe it.

Blake arrives next, and we study each other in pregnant silence, equating to the unease wrapping around us.