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“You’re a stranger,” she mumbled.

“Not really, but we won’t get into that just yet.”

“Can I see your face?”

I shook my head. Since she’d met Jake, she definitely couldn’t see me.

After putting the phone back, I stood. “Don’t worry, Alicia. We’ll see each other again.”

“I won’t tell Mike.”

While I appreciated it, it didn’t seem like they had a great, trusting relationship if she was readily willing to keep our encounter a secret. Most kids would run to their parents immediately if a stranger in a mask was in their room at night. I hadn’t even asked her to lie; she’d offered it up freely.

“Go back to sleep, kid.”

She laid on her side but didn’t close her eyes while I moved toward the door. After one last look at her, I closed it behind me and continued toward the back. This situation warranted a shit ton of caution going forward.

I respected step parents. He’d been in her life from the start. I didn’t give a fuck, though. Something told me she didn’t belong here. Maybe it was about time she came home to her family. It was what Hailey seemed to want and so did my brother. That meant something to me, regardless of how I felt about him.

This whole thing had drained me. I found myself missing Alana more than usual and while I could hit her up and try to hang out with her, that didn’t feel like it would scratch this itch. I wanted more.

Since that moment in her classroom, I’d been dying. I was angry because I saw it in her eyes, that same longing I felt, but she wouldn’t let it happen and I was fucking tired of it.

It was a good thing she didn’t get a choice in the matter.

Chapter 20

Jayce

That anger I’d felt about our situation quickly morphed into a raging sort of possessiveness after my visit to Mike’s house. Behind my eyes, I saw his lips on hers at that party. Maybe he didn’t deserve to have lips anymore.

Yeah, Alana was gonna have to take this rage from me. And I had some ideas.

I’d taken a day to chill out so that I wouldn’t feel too crazy. Now, it was Saturday, which meant she got a good night’s sleep and was probably relaxing. It had been a whole week since she’d seen me. It was midnight, but her light was on in her bedroom. Perfect.

After I got inside, I left the door open. I dropped my backpack on the floor with a thud. There was a sound from the room, then her door closed.

“Did you miss me?” I called.

It was funny that she thought she could lock herself in there. The window was too high for her to jump without injuring herself. Really, she’d just cornered herself, which made this more fun.

Standing in front of the door, I courteously knocked. There was movement on the other side and I wondered what she was doing. Maybe trying to fashion a weapon. The thought of her drawing my blood this time made my cock half hard as I waited.

“Hey, clever girl,” I drawled, leaning against the doorframe. “The longer you keep me out, the harder I fuck you when I get in.”

There was a whimper from the other side that succeeded in bringing my cock the rest of the way into the conversation. Tapping my fingers on the wood, I hummed a Sleep Token song that I knew she liked. By the time I finished, the door was still closed, so I backed up, raised my foot and slammed it against it.

She screamed and threw something toward me. “Stay the fuck away from me!”

Reaching through the hole I’d made, I unlocked the door and stepped inside. She was pressed back against the window with her palms against the glass. In her shorts, I imagined someone would have a nice view of her ass from outside.

“Hey, gorgeous. You made me wait so long that I’m starving.” I looked down at the front of my jeans where my cock was obviously hard. Her breaths quickened as she frantically shook her head. “Want to make a deal?”

“Leave me alone.”

“I have some plans for you tonight that you may not like, but if you can shake me, I’ll let you out of it. Until next weekend.”

“That’s not a good deal.”