All Chapters of Choked And Claimed By My Brother’s Best Friend : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

I slepton my stomach for two nights after my stay at Alonzo ’s.On the first day, Victor caught a glimpse at my wrist bandage slipping out from the slouchy hoodie I’d thrown on after coming home. He cocked his chin in a silent question, eyes sharp enough that I had no doubt he’d rain hell on anyone who dared to lay a hand on Constance - even fake Constance . I shook my head and smiled at him, and that was that.I wasn’t entirely sure what to do with myself. My research project had come to a somewhat surprising and abrupt end. I wouldn’t mourn the descriptions of foot jobs and diaper fetishes, but I’d grown used to curling up in Alonzo ’s library. Spending hours upon hours with him, surrounded by books. It would be weird if I kept taking up all his time though…Constance spent most of her time holed up in her office these days and spared me only vague greetings in the hallway. When I poked my head through the door a few days later, she was digging her nails into her che

A few minutes later, Allie was sitting in the passenger seat of my car, and I pulled the seat belt around her while she ran a fingertip up and down the curve of my ear. “I have a secret,” she whispered.“I have many,” I replied. One less now that I’d Allieete Scarlett’s video off the cloud.“I have two secrets.” Her hand slid from my ear to my hair. I should have just gotten into the driver’s seat and taken her home, but her eyes and hands on me were paralyzing in an excruciatingly Allieicious way.“Anything I should know about?”“No, no, he won’t bother me anymore. He’s been taken care of.”Her words dropped into the silence of the car like a man falling in a hushed ring, the thud of his body echoing for a moment before the roar of the crowd started. The roar being the rush of blood in my ears.“Who?” My voice could have sliced steel. Who had bothered her to a point of it being kept secret and how had he been taken care of? Considering that Yelchin, that inc

His words resparked the fire that had just died down, but with it came a twinge of pain. The burning token of his lastreminderstill under my skin. “Wait,” I breathed and tapped the hold he had on my neck. Alonzo loosened his grip, allowing me to lean back. I blinked as the rest of the bathroom came back into view, his phone discarded on the floor, a small puddle of soapy water beside it, Alonzo ’s charcoal eyes on me, waiting for me. Communication. “I don’t… You said…” The words died on my tongue. I tried to think a straight line through the haze in my head, coming up with nothing but jumbled phrases.“I said,” Alonzo picked up one of my hands, whispering a soft kiss to the inside of my wrist, “if you touched yourself at my place again, I would tie you to my headboard.”“Yes.”“I said,” he placed my hand down on the edge of the tub and picked up the other one, mirroring the soft kiss, “that I would spank your ass until you begged me to fuck you.”I nodded and watched him arrange my

“Your mail,”Victor dropped a stack of envelopes and leaflets at the foot of my bed, all addressed to my studio, which he frequently checked on. This had become routine since I wasn’t supposed to go home.“Thank you.” I grabbed the large, bulky envelope sticking out from the rest. It had the Truman Academy crest on it. I’d signed the work contract digitally, so this had to be my onboarding package. My badge, my map of the school, and whatever else the HR department of one of the country’s most prestigious schools whipped up. I clutched the envelope - and I didn’t want to open it. I should have been tearing through the paper, studying every detail of my schedule, starting a new project book for the school year, picking out my highlighters and ordering new sticky notes.“Everything alright?” Victor asked, his lime green eyes burrowing into me.“Yeah,” I exhaled and turned the envelope around to show him, “it’s work.”“Hmm.” He nodded and turned, no comment or opinion. “

I could have only been knockedout for a second, because the airbag was still deflating when I opened my eyes. The adrenaline was pumping through my veins, clearing my thoughts as I assessed the damage to my body (glass shards jutting from my left arm and a throbbing head), then assessed the situation. The car had flipped onto the driver’s side, but it looked like it had been run off the road. Good. No risk of other cars crashing into mine. The windshield was gone, replaced by dry grass and undergrowth. I could crawl out of there if I got myself out of my seatbelt. I reached out, and it released with a snap, dropping me an inch to the ground, into a sea of shards. I didn’t even register the glass cutting through my clothes, because as I pushed myself upright, my eyes caught on a wave of blonde hair streaked with crimson.Because I hadn’t been alone in the car.Moments from before the accident flashed through my mind. Big blue eyes turning from mischief to ice. Smile faltering