She was going to destroy whoever the hell decided it was a genius plan to handcuff her to the one person she hated on campus. He was nothing but casual sex to her, a guy she fucked and left before it could turn into anything. Though the past weeks, she’d done her best to avoid him for good reason but this - this was beyond punishing her for her life of crimes. She was too sober to deal with this right now as she growled. “What the hell were you thinking agreeing to be handcuff to the next girl they see?” She asked, way beyond pissed off. She should’ve avoided going to this stupid party and studied instead, maybe then she would’ve avoided this massive headache. “If this is some sick twisted joke that you want to play, by all means play it but I want nothing of it so hand over the key and we can forget that this ever happened.”
Athos scowled, wishing with every last bit of him that he was anywhere else doing anything else possible in the world. Perhaps press-ganged into service shoveling coal in an arctic trawler gathering up a deadly catch of some horrible deep sea monster somewhere — or maybe counting individual grains of sand on a cold beach while a demented mariachi polka band played next to his head at top volume. In the horrid organic chemistry class he’d suffered through before informing his Granmere that there was no force on earth powerful enough to drag him kicking and screaming through medical school.
Anywhere in the world but here, shackled at the wrist to Regina, his so-called “friends” having run off into the distance laughing, leaving his drunk ass to deal with her seriously, supremely, incandescently angry self.
“Trust me,” he growled, sending another strongly worded text to Aramis, whom he knew was sure had to be laughing his stupid face sick wherever he’d run off to. “This was the last fucking thing I wanted out of my night.”
He bit his lip, not quite meeting her eye as she demanded the key. “I, well — I don’t have it.”
