Nathan’s brows shot up. “So we’re breaking and entering?”
The prince shook his head. “No. I took the easier way out and told Jaike I needed to do this for a girl I couldn’t stop thinking of.”
“Oh man. You made Jaike think you were in love with her, didn’t you?”
Actually, he hadn’t, but Jaike had been convinced he was.
As they continued to watch Fawn’s movements on the screen, Nathan said pensively, “I never imagined the Prince of Darkness could ever sink to this level.”
“The prince, actually stalking—-”
“It’s a different kind of stalking,” he muttered.
Nathan smirked. “There are different kinds of stalking?”
“There’s the creepy-I-plan-to-kill-you-afterwards kind, and that’s not me. I’m more the I-just-want-to-see-what-she’s-up-to kind.”
“Ah, the jealous type.”
“Fuck you—-” He broke off with a frown as it occurred to him that the screen hadn’t shown Fawn moving for almost five minutes now. She was still there, rooted to her spot, back straight and facing one of the classrooms.
“Is it still working?” he asked.
“Yeah, I think so.” Nathan raised a brow. “Why?”
He slowly shook his head. “I think something’s wrong.” He decided to switch cameras, accessing the room that Fawn seemed to be staring at.
Nathan whistled at the sight of the couple fucking inside the empty classroom.
The prince shot to his feet. “I have to go.”
“Gonna stop her from watching live porn?” he asked quizzically.
“It’s not porn,” he said grimly, “when it’s your boyfriend fucking another girl.”
FAWN AWKWARDLY SHOVED her hands into her pockets as she tried to ignore the way people kept staring at her. Either they recognized her as one of the former maids who worked for the Prince of Darkness, or they knew her as Grant Bennett’s girlfriend and were wondering why she was alone.
Either way, it didn’t change the facts, and that was that she was eating alone in the cafeteria. It was practically equivalent to having LOSER written on her forehead, and since she had been doing this for almost half a month, Fawn knew the people looking at her now had mentally upgraded her status to THE BIGGER LOSER.
More weeks of this, and she could win the university’s title for the biggest loser on campus.
Despite having lost her appetite and still feeling people’s pitying gazes trained on her, Fawn forced herself to finish the rest of her meal. She wasn’t exactly swimming in money these days, making her loath throwing away food that she had paid good money for.
If only she had time to make friends, she thought despondently.
But she hadn’t.
Since her freshmen year, she had struggled to make ends meet, doing her best not to make her school loans compound. Before working for the prince, she used to have three part-time jobs in one day. What little free time she had left afterwards were divided between her studies, the occasional date with Grant, and sleep.
Picking up her phone, she refreshed her inbox, hoping she got an email from Grant, but there was none. Lately he had been distracted again and more often than not ended up bailing on the times they were supposed to meet.
She so badly wanted to tell Grant she really needed him by her side right now, but guilt held her back. How could she even think she had the right to complain after what happened – what could have happened – between her and the prince?
Her phone vibrated then, and she almost dropped her fork in her haste to reach it.
Fawn frowned when she saw that the message was from an unregistered number, asking her to meet at one of the classrooms in the building across the street.
It could be Grant, she thought. Maybe he was using a friend’s phone if his own had run out of battery. Deciding that there was nothing to lose, Fawn finished her meal in a hurry, grabbed her bag, and headed out to the street.
Maybe it’s time I come clean about everything, she thought. Nothing happened. Something happened. It was all a painful, confusing mess in her mind, and maybe telling Grant the truth would help her make sense of things.
She took a deep breath as she reached the room texted to her.
I’m going to tell him, for better or for worse.
Fawn was about to turn the knob when something made her check the room through the peep glass.
But he was not alone.
Her fingers fell from the knob.
She knew she should stop watching, but she couldn’t.
Every second that passed—-
It felt like she deserved to see this, like she deserved that this was happening.
The Grant she knew was beautiful inside and out, always smiling, the one who never let go of her hand in everything that she did.
But this Grant she was seeing now—-
Buttocks bared, pants pooled around his ankles, and oh God, the way he was clutching the legs encircled around his waist-—
The way his hips were pumping furiously against another woman—-