Chapter 9 – Eat You Alive Novel by Eden O’Neill Read Online Free (PDF/ePuB)

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Ares

Fawn Greenfield showed up on time.

Way to go, Red. You can follow directions.

She’d entered Jax’s Burgers with a camera bag on her arm, a thing she most assuredly took everywhere since she was shameless as shit. I’d dealt with my fair share of reporters, photographers. Things were finally starting to get normal in my life.

At least in that regard.

She noticed me right away at the back of the restaurant and hesitated by the door.

I lifted a hand, gesturing her forward. She came but not without slow steps in my direction.

And she actually looked like herself today.

A pair of ripped jeans hugged her thick thighs, her top cropped and displaying a sliver of her waist. She wasn’t shy about showing skin, her arms exposed and something different was her tattoos. A sea of blooming flowers trailed down her arm, watercolors. They blended into the scene of a koi fish swimming along her shoulder and reminded me of the tattoo on her foot. She’d had watercolors there too.

It made me wonder how far that piece traveled up her leg. Was she tatted on both, between them… This girl was an enigma to me despite whirlwinding through my fucking life.

She got to my table, a silver hoop looped around her nose. I’d gotten my nose pierced two summers ago, but my dual hoops sat close to my nose. She eyed me. “So—”

I raised a hand. We’d talk but on my terms. “Take a seat, Fawn.”

A familiar red hit her entire face, her freckles across her arms and along her chest too. She’d turned red there as well, the swell of her full tits cherry red.Are you tatted there too, Red? Somewhere…

 

She shoved herself into the booth with a huff, but as I didn’t want her there, I told her to come around to me. Her head snapped back. “You’re kidding.”

I wasn’t, fighting the grin when I waved a hand again. I wanted her to know she wasn’t in charge here. She’d had a mouth last night and needed to know where we stood.

Obviously seeing I wasn’t kidding, Fawn forced herself out of the booth, her camera bag in tow. That thing clearly didn’t go far from her.

I fought the growl, not giving Fawn much room when she slid in beside me. This wasn’t hard to do considering my height. My feet reached the opposite side of the booth as well as the one behind it.

Because of that, Fawn had to tuck those full hips right up against me, and the build of this girl I definitely tried to ignore. I liked chicks I couldn’t snap in half with my dick. I was big everywhere, tall, and with the mouth she had on her, the fucker in my pants couldn’t help but be a little hard. Girls with a little lip got the freak shit inside me flying like nothing else.

Mostly because they were so very fun to break.

Ms. Fawn Greenfield would definitely be a project and something else I ignored was that sweet syrupy shit she wore. Reminded me of the flowers on her arm, which made me think about the other tats thatweren’ton her arm. Where they might all be…

I got the menu. Eating food was better than fucking thinking. “Hungry?”

“What?”

I fought the lift of my eyes. Might as well get used to this shit with her.

“Hungry?” I asked again, my eyes peering over her. Like the rest of her, she had freckles on her mouth, and I noticed them again today because she didn’t wear her lipstick. No doubt because I smeared the shit out of it last night. I smirked. “You hungry? If you haven’t noticed, it’s breakfast time.”

I was fucking famished. It took a lot to fill this fucker up known as my body, and it’d been known to betray me when I didn’t take care of it.

Fawn rocked back after what I said and hadn’t been shy when she flipped her hair out and hit me with it. A noise left my chest, and I noticed the slow smile on her lips.

That’s your last one of those, Red. I hope you enjoyed that shit.

She was testing me too, and I told myself this was a good thing. This was a great thing actually. She needed to be a certain personality type for what I needed.

I made myself believe it, simmering beside her.

“Actually, I’d like to get on with whatever the fuck this is.” Folding her arms, she faced me. “Why I’m here?”

She knew exactly what this was as I’d threatened her ass last night.

Her loss on food, I guess.

The call button had a guy out here. Jax’s was a fast-food restaurant but they did tableside service. My buddy’s dad owned it, culinary stuff the man’s specialty. Because he did, I got free shit whenever I wanted at any of the chains across the country.

I put in for two full stacks, and when Fawn gave me a look, I added a third set of pancakes. Like stated, this fucking body needed food.

“You’re free to share if you change your mind,” I told Fawn after the guy left with my order, and Fawn sneered.

“Hard pass.” She eyed me, feeling like she had the right, and I had to say, it did surprise me she was so mouthy. I thought getting her to see the light last night would have been a little easier, and something told me I could have waited a little longer with Thatcher and Wells. I’d watched them for a second with her before coming in, and she might have been able to hold her own.

At least for a few seconds.

I’d never given her the opportunity, of course, a smirk on my face when I folded my hands. “So, I take it Pembroke doesn’t know about your history with drug and alcohol abuse,” I stated, her kryptonite, and I knew that immediately.

Her whole body was red now.

That flush touched her ears, my smile widening.

My head cocked. “Or your little criminal activity.”

This girl had a history, not a long one, but way more shit than someone her age should have.

And all before her eighteenth birthday.

 

I honestly had been surprised to find it all, but I’d been delighted. It gave me what I needed, fuel and some shit on her I could definitely use.

Fawn recovered quickly, fluffing her hair out again, but I observed she didn’t hit me with it this time. “I wasn’t required to disclose that when applying,” she said, and though she tried to sound calm, she wasn’t fucking fooling anyone. Hazel irises blazed at me. “And I don’t appreciate you just putting that out here like that.”

I was sure she didn’t, sitting back. My food came in, and she watched as I popped pancakes into my mouth.

“And they can’t kick me out for that anyway.” She stated this, but I had to say, she didn’t sound so sure.

I laughed, adding a second round of syrup to my plate. “Nah, but I’m sure you know Pembroke has a standard.” I peered over her again, and the look she shot me could have killed my ass.Hate me already, Red?I grinned. “They don’t like bullshit, and they don’t like drama.”

Her little lips puckered like she sucked a lemon. “I’m not drama.”

“Oh, you’re drama.” Chuckling, I pointed my fork at her. “And you’ve also caught on to the radar of one of the Legacy families.”

“Legacy families?”

I swear to God for a girl who reported news she was living under a rock. “Yeah.Legacy. My friends and I own this campus, baby.” She winced after I said that, no doubt because of what I called her, but I didn’t give a shit. My head tilted. “Let’s just say, we come from a long line of influence. You bother one of us. You bother all of us.”

“I haven’t bothered,” she started, but then she stopped. She knew good and well she bothered me. I mean, we were fucking here, weren’t we?

I nodded. “This university doesn’t want drama, and by crossing one of their most influential families, you’ve created it. Pembroke value us. They valueme,so if I got a problem with someone attending their school, they don’t ask questions.” I got close, studying that flush across the bridge of her nose. “They just bow.”

They served me,mine,and the same went for this girl in the booth with me. The minute Fawn Greenfield had decided to snap her little pictures my junior year, she’d made an enemy out of me. She’d becomemine. She was mine.

And she owed me.

Her life and everything she held valuable belonged to me, and I knew that just as well as her reaction to me threatening her yesterday. This school and that internship meant something to her, and her mistake was letting me find out about that.

I really had to give it to Fawn in that moment. Because despite my threats, my proximity, all she did was hold her little camera bag, her hands knuckle-white on it.

Pushing her, I looped a finger around that red hair. Right away, she lodged a shoulder into me, but all that did was force my fingers into her scalp. She screeched, but that cut off when I made her look at me. “You’re out of this school with a call, and the same goes for your internship.”

Letting her go, I allowed my finger to follow a strand down from her scalp, and the hate that returned to her eyes sent that thrill through my dick again. That really was some freak shit, dangerous…

I forced myself to let go, sitting back. “I think we both know Kurt’s not going to want anything to do with you. You’re dead in the water with the school, but there’s always other schools.” I forked a piece of pancake. “I suppose there are other internships too, but Kurt knows people. Word will get around. I mean those pictures…”

Fawn froze, her eyes completely expanded. She knew what pictures I meant.

After all, she was there.

She’d seen in full detail what she’d done. She touched the table. “Wolf…”

“And what’s ironic about it all is you made the shitI didin high school look like a school yard fight. At least, the dude whose ass I kicked could kind of walk after the stadium fight.”

“Wolf—”

“You put that girl in intensive care forweeks,” I stated, smiling. “I mean, her face didn’t even look right after you—”

She tried to slap me in that moment.

I got her wrist.