CHAPTER FIVE: DANGEROUS GAMES

CHAPTER FIVE: DANGEROUS GAMES

SERAPHINA’S POV

My footsteps and my heartbeat were one right now, racing with lust, fear, and guilt.

Coach Marcus kissed me.

I hurried down the road, not daring to look back to see if he followed me. When he called me back, it took my entire will not to turn and melt into his arms.

“Coach Marcus kissed me,” I whispered, raising my fingers to my lips. I still felt him there. His hard, domineering presence. His kiss felt like magic, the most wonderful feeling I had ever experienced.

Even his son’s kisses didn’t make me melt into a pile. Just one kiss and Coach Marcus had broken all my defenses immediately.

I walked faster, trying to get to my next class. It was Mathematics, and I was entirely grateful Dylan couldn’t cope with it. He had blown up my phone all night, and today at practice, he found every single way to talk to me. Even Mika had the decency to look away.

I reached the entrance of the building, and just as I was about to go inside, a hand grabbed me from behind, spinning me.

“What the fuck?” I screamed in surprise. We rarely had attackers on this campus, but anything could happen.

Dylan held my hand, and I shook him off. “Are you fucking crazy?” I screamed at him.

He looked remorseful, but I couldn’t care less.

“Babe, I’ve been trying to talk to you.”

The nerve of this guy.

“Babe,” I mocked. “Babe? Was I your babe when you were screwing my best friend after calling my mother a whore?”

A group of students snickered as they walked into class, but I didn’t back down. They’d probably spread the rumors anyway.

“Lower your voice, Seraphina.”

“You are out of your fucking mind, Dylan,” I lost my shit. “You fuck me over, make me feel like I’m worthless, and you’re telling me to reduce my voice? Leave me the fuck alone.”

“I am sorry, baby,” he cried out. I let out heavy breaths, disgusted at the sight of him. “She tempted me, you know. Every time I came to your apartment, when you weren’t looking, she would flirt and seduce me,” Dylan whined. “I was weak.”

“For once, you tell the truth,” I spat out.

“Listen to me, Seraphina.” I allowed him to hold my hand. “I will spend my entire life apologizing and making this shit up to you. I am sorry I did that. She’s not half as important as you are,” he said.

I shook my head. “I can’t trust you ever again, Dylan. It’s not just with Mika. I heard the words you said. Are you that jealous of me?” I looked up at his face.

He tried to hide it, but I saw it in him. He was extremely jealous of me. My success.

I was a threat to Dylan Cross.

“No, baby,” he said, rubbing my hand between his. “I am the captain. You are the star. We fit like a puzzle.”

Yeah, we did, until he fucked me over.

I stared at him, a devilish idea forming in my head.

“Okay, Dylan,” I sighed, pretending I was calmer. “I’ll hear you out.”

His face lit up with joy. “Really? Oh, thank you, Seraphina.” He hugged me, and I let him, gagging at his touch internally.

“I’m not just forgiving you, Dylan.” I pressed my hand against his chest, separating us. “You have to show me you deserve this.”

He nodded eagerly. “Done, baby girl.”

“No cheating?” I asked, like I cared.

“Never again.”

“Great.” I turned to walk into my class.

“Do you want to go to dinner with me?” he asked enthusiastically.

“No, Dylan,” I said coldly. “I’ll text you later,” I dismissed him.

When I was done with Dylan Cross, I would have taken the two things he loved selfishly.

His captain position and his father’s love.

I sat down in class, smiling to myself. People whispered around me, but I ignored them. I reached for my bag to grab my phone, shooting a text to someone.

“Can I see you please?”

The reply came immediately.

“Definitely. 8 p.m., by my office.”

I smirked to myself, putting my phone back to focus on the class.

Dylan didn’t even know what was about to hit him.