Chapter Two :Elena
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Rowan Cross was exactly the kind of guy mothers warned their daughters about.
Arrogant.
Violent.
Beautiful in the worst possible way.
Every girl at Blackridge College wanted him.
Which made me hate him even more.
The hockey team owned this campus. They walked around like kings in their expensive hoodies and bruised egos.
And Rowan was the king of all of them.
Six foot three.
Dark brown messy hair.
Cold dark eyes that looked almost black under arena lights.
He always looked angry.
Like he was seconds away from breaking something.
Or someone.
Girls called him intoxicating.
I called him a walking red flag.
Unfortunately… my body disagreed.
Which was why I avoided him for two whole weeks after the hallway incident.
Until Friday night.
I was at a party I didn’t even want to attend when I saw him across the room.
The music pounded through the house.
Bodies pressed together everywhere.
And Rowan sat on the couch with a blonde girl practically in his lap.
My stomach twisted instantly.
Ridiculous.
I hated him.
So why did jealousy burn hot in my chest?
The blonde laughed and touched his arm.
Rowan barely reacted.
Then his eyes lifted.
Straight to me.
Everything else disappeared.
The room.
The music.
The people.
His stare locked onto mine like a weapon.
Then the girl whispered something in his ear.
He ignored her completely.
Still staring at me.
Possessive.
Intense.
Like he already owned me.
I should’ve walked away.
Instead, I stood there frozen while he slowly pushed the girl off his lap and stood.
Oh no.
Absolutely not.
I turned immediately, trying to disappear into the kitchen crowd.
Too late.
A large hand grabbed my waist.
Heat exploded through me.
“Running from me now?” Rowan murmured near my ear.
I spun around. “Get off.”
“No.”
My pulse jumped.
People moved around us, but suddenly it felt like we were alone.
His hand stayed firmly on my hip.
Possessive.
Claiming.
Infuriating.
“You seemed jealous,” he said.
I laughed sharply. “Of that girl? Please.”
“She touched me and you looked ready to kill her.”
“You’re delusional.”
A slow grin spread across his face.
“You were jealous.”
“I was disgusted.”
“Same thing.”
I shoved against his chest.
Hard.
He didn’t move an inch.
His eyes darkened.
“You keep putting your hands on me,” he said quietly.
“Maybe because you deserve it.”
His grip tightened slightly on my waist.
Every nerve in my body sparked alive.
“You should stay away from me, Elena.”
The warning in his voice should’ve scared me.
Instead, it thrilled me.
“Why?” I whispered.
His gaze dropped to my mouth again.
“Because I don’t know how to stop once I want something.”
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