Chapter 44

MILA

The plan?

You really want to know the plan?

The plan is this…

Bust into his room and make my move.

Bust in, then walk up to him and grab him. Literally grab him.

My right hand grabbing that drool-worthy bulge in his jeans and my other hand grabbing the back of his neck.

Surprise him. Shock him.

And then demand him to fuck me.

Do not ask questions. Do not try to be cute or flirty or funny or anything.

Just rip my clothes off my body and… fuck me.

For a second, I am in shock.

There's a girl in Jax's dorm.

She's got her hand behind her back, her bra open…

She's standing in front of Jax.

It hits me…

Duh.

Jax already has someone else to fuck.

Of course he does.

He's not the kind of guy to just hang around and wait…

There's a second where I want to be mad at him. Hate him.

But I'm the one who keeps pushing him away. Or pulling him close and then pushing him away.

Maybe he has this girl just to blow off some steam.

Or maybe he wants to get back at me.

As I try to tell myself to be calm and rational here, I lose my mind.

"Who the fuck are you?" I ask the girl.

"Excuse me? Who are you?"

"Get the fuck out of here right now," I order.

The girl looks at Jax.

"I'm single," Jax says.

"Then who the hell is this?"

"Talk to me, not him," I say. "Cover up your little tits and get out of here."

"Oh, bitch, step back," the girl says to me. "You want to see my tits? Huh?"

I see the smirk on Jax's face.

He loves this. Of course he loves this.

He enrages me but I can't walk away. Not again.

I came here for a reason.

It hasn't changed.

Not even with the bimbo roadblock in my way.

She can have the perkiest, creamiest tits in the world… nipples that squirt beer…

"Get the fuck out of here or I'm going to do something crazy," I warn.

"Try me," the girl says. "I was here first. I licked it so it's mine."

My eyes go even wider.

She… licked him…? Licked him where? For how long? Did she… did he…

I rush toward the small kitchen area and start opening drawers.

One by one until I find something useful.

A pair of scissors.

I turn around and the girl lets out a scream.

She jumps back against Jax.

"What the fuck, Mila?" Jax asks.

"I'm going to do something crazy," I announce.

"She's got a weapon!" the girl yells.

"Holly, put your clothes on," Jax says.

Holly? Of course she's named Holly. She looks like a Holly.

I approach her with the scissors in my hand.

She quickly moves out of my path and gets her clothes all back together.

We both look at her shirt on the floor at the same time.

I make the move first, grabbing it.

I hold it up.

"Please," Holly says. "I don't know what is going on here…"

"Neither do I," Jax says.

"Shut up, Jax," I say as I stare at Holly.

I take the scissors and start making cuts to Holly's shirt.

She's mad but she knows better than to say anything to me.

After I finish my free alterations to her shirt, I toss it to her.

"Next is your hair if you don't get the fuck out of here," I say.

I open the door and smile.

I open and close the scissors a few times and laugh.

I'm acting and sounding like a complete and total psycho.

I don't even care either.

Holly runs for the door and out into the hallway, clutching her cut-up shirt to her chest.

I slam the door. I lock it.

I look at Jax.

Without realizing it, I'm pointing the scissors at him.

"What are you going to cut off on me?" Jax asks.

"Do you really want to know?"

"You'll need much bigger and thicker scissors than that, honey."

God does this guy frustrate me!

I drop the scissors to the floor and run toward him.

What the hell are you doing, Mila?

Exactly what I said I was going to do.

I jump into Jax's arms.

I quickly kiss him.

I'm here for one thing.

His cock.