The Darkness at Fall's Creek by K.V. Rose

Author:K.V. Rose [Rose, K.V.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: College Bully Romance Fiction
Publisher: Totally Entwined Group
Published: 2020-04-20T00:00:00+00:00

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We made it back to the road. He led me to the closest driveway, and I saw a black Mercedes in front of a closed, two-car garage. Lights flashed on the car as he unlocked it.

He opened the passenger door and I slid inside.

He closed my door, got in and threw the car in reverse, backing out, engine growling.

“Put your seat belt on,” he commanded.

I peered at the house he had parked in front of. It was two stories, white and cozy, but it definitely didn’t look like the house of a family that owned most of Fall’s Creek.

“Is this your house?” I asked.

“Seat belt,” he said, throwing the car into gear and speeding down the road.

I rolled my eyes but did as he said. I glanced around the black leather interior—it was spotless.

“No,” he said, answering my question. “A friend’s.”

I let out a little laugh. “One of your friends that wanted to fuck me tonight?”

He skidded the car to a stop in the middle of the deserted street, eyes narrowing on me. In the dashboard lights, I saw the green of his irises, the set of his jaw.

“None of my friends are going to fuck you,” he said, brow arched. “No one else is going to fuck you from now on. Do you understand that?”

A smile curved on my lips. “We’ll see,” I teased.

He let out a low growl, then put his foot on the gas, heading toward Caven.

“How do you know me?” I asked as he drove on the deserted streets, the brick buildings of our university looming ahead. “I’ve never seen you before. Before today.”

He didn’t speak for a moment, driving through the roundabout.

When he did, his voice was low. “We had an art class together. Two years ago. Your freshman year.”

I stilled at those words, tense. Two years ago? He didn’t look at me as he spoke. Two years ago, I’d started college just after my dad died. I would have recognized this boy if I’d seen him back then. And he knew what year I was in…

“But I’d seen you before then.”

I stared at the corded muscles of his forearm below his black shirt, hand on the wheel, staring straight ahead. I waited for him to finish.

“At the funeral home. When your dad died,” he admitted.

“What?” I shook my head. “You knew my father?”

“My parents own the funeral home. I…I happened to be there. I was there a lot.” The way he said it, it sounded like a confession. “My parents were gone more than they were around. I hung out at Maren’s.”

The funeral home.

I furrowed my brow. “Why? Why hang out…there?”

He pulled into a gated apartment complex, only nodding at the guard on duty, who opened up the security lever for us.

“My sister.” He swallowed, and I watched his throat bob up and down. He reversed into a spot in front of a brick apartment building, stretching high in the sky. I knew of this place. It was expensive as hell. I’d looked into it before deciding on the dorm.

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