Elle hoped she had the element of surprise on her side as she ran as fast as she could. She didn’t look back to see if Nero was coming after her. I’m not that dumb, either. Unfortunately, though, Elle was that dumb to think she could outrun Nero.
Nero grabbed Elle from behind, and Elle started hitting and kicking him to let her go.
Nero’s voice sounded cold. “Elle, stop it now.”
She didn’t care how scary he sounded; she wasn’t going to stop. The emotion of seeing the girls rub all over Nero had driven her body crazy.
Nero swung her body around to face him and held her arms tightly to keep her still. He kept his same, icy composure when he said, “Now, tell me what the fuck is wrong with you.”
“Fuck you!”
Chapter Twenty-One
The Two Sides of Elle
When the words came out, Elle saw Nero’s eyes snap. He swiftly bent over and threw her over his shoulder before spinning around and walking toward the student parking lot.
Being higher up in the air, she realized she hadn’t gotten very far before Nero had caught her.
“Let me down!” Elle tried hitting at his back and attempting to kick her feet, but she really didn’t want to fall face-first on concrete.
Nero, without a word, spanked her ass every time she hit at his back. What the hell? He can’t do that.
She smacked his back with each word. “Let. Me. Go.”
Slap, slap, slap.
Elle looked around the school grounds. “Does no one care? He is forcing me to his car!” Elle watched. No one frankly gave a shit what was going on, though.
Nero mocked her, “They all look the other way, remember?”
Sadly, Elle had been telling the truth; they couldn’t have cared less about her.
When Nero had finally passed Amo and Vincent, laughing hysterically, they started walking behind them. She had to look at their faces as they were practically in tears.
“Vincent, are you going to let him do this to me?”
Vincent responded too quickly for her liking. “Yes, I am.”
“I would ask the beast, but I already know his answer.” Elle started to become furious at them all. No one was going to come to her rescue.
As a result, Elle would try another tactic. “Please, let me down.”
“I will if you tell me what your problem is.”
Elle really didn’t want Nero packing her the rest of the way, and at least this way, when she told him, Nero couldn’t see her face and how upset she was.
Elle took a deep breath in. “I saw the blonde bimbos rubbing their boobs all over you, Nero. And they practically went into heat. No, actually, I take that back; they were in heat.”
“Blonde bimbos? Who are they?” Vincent asked, laughing even harder now.
“Cassandra’s two little sidekicks.” Elle hated how Nero had slept with them when they had treated her so terribly.
Vincent smiled wickedly. “Oh, you mean Stacy and Stephanie.”
“Oh, God! Is there any girl you guys don’t sleep with?” Now she knew they all passed girls around.
Amo defended himself. “Hey, I’ve never fucked them, so don’t accuse me.”
Elle knew exactly why he hadn’t. I know it isn’t because he is a good boy.
“Yeah, because they’re afraid of you. Trust me; I’d be terrified to see what you’re packing, too.” Elle felt her body shake from Nero’s laughter.
“No, doll, they’re not afraid of me; I just prefer to fuck girls I don’t have to see again.”
Elle dropped her mouth at what Amo had said. She’d figured Amo was the worst of the three, but she hadn’t realized by how much. Elle wanted to get off the subject. She knew they all slept around, and she just wanted to get down. I told him what was wrong.
“Put me down. You said you would let me go.”
“Well, that was before I knew why you were mad,” Nero said.
Huh? “What does that mean?”
“Means you’ll run.”
Elle had been going to. Shit! Elle screamed and smacked his back as hard as she could. She wanted him to at least feel some pain.
Slap.
“Ugh!” Elle rolled her eyes and gave up. We’re already almost there anyway.
When Nero reached the car, he unlocked his doors and opened the passenger door before putting her in. Elle heard the sound of the lock again and watched Nero lean against her passenger door as he talked to Amo and Vincent.
Elle weighed her options. Clearly, running doesn’t work, screaming for my life doesn’t work, and telling him why I’m upset, again, doesn’t work. She was out of options.
No matter what, Nero was driving her home. She didn’t want Nero to completely win, so she looked around the car. When she looked at the backseat, Elle knew exactly what to do.
She climbed into the backseat, smiling at herself. She knew why Nero wanted her in his car. Because he is going to sweet-talk his way out of this and hold my hand, making me give in.
Elle knew that, after what had occurred in the locker room, she would most likely give in because that was exactly what she had done. Not this time.
Nero slid into the driver’s seat and Elle enjoyed the look on his face when he realized she wasn’t there. She enjoyed it even more when he looked in the rearview mirror and she was there smiling at him.
Like I said, fuck you! Elle had learned to say that kind of stuff in her head.
Elle heard Nero take a deep breath and watched him run his hands through his hair. She was kind of shocked when he didn’t say anything and started the car.