DARE-TO-LOVE-TRUTH-AND-DARE-DUET-COLLECTION-by-Lylah-James-pdfarchive

Except… with Maddox being a constant presence in my
life, I only had three hours of peace and quiet until it was
time for lunch.
The hallways were empty as I walked out of Mrs.
Callaway’s office, my Chemistry teacher. Our meeting ran
longer than expected, and everyone was already in the
cafeteria, since it was halfway through lunch now.
I made my way to my locker to deposit my textbooks,
only to stop dead when I noticed who was standing there.
Maddox leaned against my locker, looking like he owned it.
He was everywhere I went, everywhere I wanted to go – he
was there. A constant thorn in my ass.
I was starting to believe there was no escaping Maddox
Coulter once he checkmated you. And that was exactly
what he did to me. He put me on his radar, and then
checkmate, I became his unwilling prize. No matter how
much I fought and pushed back, he was there, pulling me
just as hard and pushing back harder. It was a never-ending
cycle, and it was starting to get tiring.
Letting out a sigh, I walked forward. As I grew closer, I
noticed he had a toothpick between his lips, his dirty blond
locks were rumpled and let down, instead of the man bun,
and his Berkshire coat was missing. His white shirt was
untucked and his tie hung loosely around his neck.
He looked like an imperfect canvas, flawed and wild. But
like every piece of art, you couldn’t take your eyes off him.
It was my first time seeing him like this. His godly
appearance had been replaced with something imperfect
and… humane.
“What do you want?” I asked, stopping next to him.
He chewed on his toothpick, thoughtfully. “You hurt me,”
he said, simply, as if he was announcing the weather.
“When? How? Oh right, probably in your nightmare.” I
punched in the code to my locker, opened it, and slammed
my textbooks inside.