Page 64 of Broken Prince

My eyes are glued to him as a sick feeling of panic takes over. I take deep breaths, trying to keep myself from puking. My heart is racing, head spinning. My whole body is breaking out in a sweat.

And I have to sit here for a full hour. Kill. Me. Now.

I give up on learning anything today, praying someone might be nice enough to let me copy notes later.

All I seem to be capable of doing is staring at him.

He looks different today. His long dark hair is tied back. He’s dressed in jeans that hug his thick thighs and tight ass, with a white dress shirt. The sleeves of his shirt are rolled up just above his elbows, showing off a bit of his inked skin.

But the biggest change is the fact that he’s wearing glasses.

He’s a walking-wet dream. My mind drifts back to the other night, me on my knees, his fat cock in my mouth, and the way he talked to me as my eyes watered and drool dripped down my chin.

Clenching my thighs together, my core grows warm, tight.

Fucking hell, Delaney, now is not the time to get turned on. This is a crisis.

I’m cursed because it seems like every one-night stand comes back to bite me in the ass. Maybe I should circle back around to that becoming-a-nun idea. Because clearly, my damn pussy only knows how to get me into trouble.

How am I going to get out of here before he sees me? Is it too late to transfer classes?

This campus is big enough, I’m sure I could avoid him if I try.

We’re so close, so damn close to the end of class, and just when I’m about to think that maybe I can get away without being seen, Kai’s eyes sweep across the room.

“Anyone?” he asks. I have no idea what the question was, my heart threatening to explode out of my chest.

When his gaze lands on me, I have to swallow down the bile rising up.

We lock eyes, and it’s like the whole world fades away for a moment. His eyes widen, lips parting, as pure shock seizes his whole body.

Busted.

After what feels like a lifetime, he swallows hard and yanks his eyes away from me. Clearing his throat, he picks up where he left off.

I have to scream at myself to take a breath before I pass out. For the next ten minutes, all I can do is resist the urge to run out of this room.

He doesn’t glance at me again, making sure to avoid gazing in my direction at all costs.

As soon as class is done, I’m shoving my things into my bag and jumping out of my seat. I’m ready to plow my way through the crowd when I hear him speak again.

“Daisy,” he states in a neutral tone. “Can I talk to you for a moment?”

My body tenses, and I pause.

I could pretend I didn’t hear him and continue out of this room, but there are too many people trying to get out at once.

I’m caught, and now I have to deal with the consequences of my choices.

My mother is going to kill me.

Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath and pray I don’t puke before turning around.

Kai is perched on the edge of his desk, his thick arms crossed over his muscular chest.

I approach him like one might a wild animal, afraid of what’s to come.

“Let me guess, Daisy isn’t your real name? Seeing how I don’t have a Daisy on my roster for this class,” he asks, cocking a brow.