BLOOD CROWN: 003

"Is that so, Gloria? Tell me more."

Roxie’s voice was barely distinguishable as she stalked toward Gloria, who had a grin adopting on her lips. If she couldn't satisfy her trophy boyfriend, someone else was going to do it for her. It was as simple as that. Gloria laughed.

She stepped forward, her lips parting to carry on but Roxie was faster as she readily reached out and seized her roughly by the hair and smashed her face into the washing sink that was brimming with blocks of ice.

Gasps full of dread ruptured from everyone, but they sounded like cheers in Roxie’s ears, followed by an influx of authority in her veins that felt phenomenal as she drove Gloria’s face deeper down the ice, relishing every cry of anguish she left out.

"Roxie!" Ryker exclaimed, reaching out for his girlfriend who looked out of her mind. It was mortifying! However, she prodded him off and thrust harder on Gloria's head, wanting to derail that face she used in snatching her boyfriend! Filthy swine!

Roxie had no intention of stopping; it gave her an odd sense of enjoyment she hadn't felt in a long time but a muscular arm looped around her waist and hauled her away from Gloria. "Let go of me, Ryker! I need to paint her face!" She struggled against his hold. it wasn't bruised enough!

Gloria inevitably pulled herself from the sink with the help of her friends. When she reached out to touch her face, the pain that surged through her veins was unbearable. Her face was battered and her nose dripping with blood. Roxie was an animal! "YOU FUCKING BITCH!" She shrieked in the most prominent tone.

Roxie donned an unaltered face and stopped struggling. "Aww, whore, my middle finger likes you. And guess what, little bitch? You're no longer on my squad, so get ready to spend your worthless days in hell."

With a shove, Ryker was off of her. She marched out of the roaring house, forcing her way through the little flock of curious people that had formed. What did they care? It was a party, after all, crazy things were bound to happen.

Roxie went on her way until a palm latched around her wrist, making her pause at the front porch of the house and then, there came that furor again as she recognized who it was, and with a whirl, she let her hand fly, and smacked him across the face and pushed him fiercely on the chest.

"How could you!" She screamed.

"I'm sorry, okay? You won't have sex with me, no matter how hard I try, and I'm a guy with hormones!" He answered without missing a beat. A guy had urges. He couldn't be blamed for this.

Roxie bit her bottom lip to keep it from wobbling as she realized what a fool she was to believe he would wait until she was ready to lose her virginity.

"I thought you loved me, Ryker. I thought you were prepared to wait! You promised to wait!" She screamed but rapidly realized she wouldn't change anything no matter how she yelled when the bastard didn't even feel or at least fake remorse for his actions. She wished he'd been courteous enough not to cheat on her birthday. Roxie snorted and moved closer to his face, her face schooled into a smug one.

"Guess what you've missed, Ryker?" She scowled. "If you had been a little bit tenacious, you would have known I was going to have sex with you tonight but now that I know you are nothing but a filthy bastard, you can go back to Gloria and shove it!"

His blue-colored eyes went round in realization and quickly, he snatched her hands in his, but she jerked them back, expanding the space between them.

"Baby, you know I love you so much. It was never my plan to cheat, she approached me and I couldn't say no. I don't want us to break up!" At least he was forging some forlornness in his tone but she didn't care.

One of the things Roxie despised the most was a man unable to control his urges and acting on a whim. She sighed and returned her gaze to the house where the party had continued without the celebrant. College was starting to look shitty now.

If only she had listened to her parents and stayed at home. So much for wanting to have a party. She returned Ryker's gaze. "Tell Gianna I went home."

Without another word, she turned to leave but he seized her wrist and when she turned to face him again, Roxie saw resentment in his blue orbs.

"I've waited so long to have you under me, and I'm almost there. I can't let you end our relationship!" He had been so patient and he was so close to winning.

Roxie’s pupils constricted. If she had ever considered forgiving him, those ideas had vanished with the wind. She ripped her hand from his clutches and nailed him between the legs before she could stop herself. She spat at his feet as he bent over in pain with his hand on his crotch.

"That's what you get for being a jerk, Ryker, and we're done! If you ever go anywhere near me, I'll make sure to have you beaten up and rubbish in a sewer!"

Roxie attempted to maintain the casual font, but a shriek of frustration sprang out of her. Quickly, she clapped a hand over her mouth to stop any more sound from escaping—she turned on her heels and walked away. The bastard didn't deserve a single drop of her tears.

If she had just stayed at home, if she had listened, she wouldn't have witnessed what he did but at the same time, she wouldn't have known that all he ever wanted from her was sex. Nine months of her precious time wasted on a jerk.

She tried not to cry, but it hurt.