Chapter 2 CH-02

KNOX

Not only did Ezra Monroe’s wallet contain his driver’s license, it also had his student ID in it.

Which made tracking the asshole down laughably easy.

I stood outside Founders’ Hall dorm, staring at the number nailed onto the door while my entire body vibrated with rage.

My grip tightened around the wallet as I recalled the picture I’d seen on his ID.

Where most people looked terrible in their student IDs, that asshole looked like he just casually walked into the photo-shoot of a Calvin Klein ad.

He probably spent longer in front of a mirror than most girls. How else would he get his hair to look that fucking good?

And Tammy cheated on me with someone like that.

The thought made my stomach churn viciously.

I raised my fist and pounded it hard against the door.

A few seconds later, it swung open…and there he fucking was.

For a moment, I could only stare as the proverbial cat got my tongue.

Because yeah, the guy was pretty.

Thick curly ginger hair fell messily across his forehead as though he’d just rolled out of bed, and his face looked almost unfair up close.

High cheek bones with a smattering of freckles across the pale skin.

Freckles made most people look cute, but this guy wore his in an almost harsh way.

His big blue eyes stared at me in obvious confusion beneath lashes so long Tammy would’ve committed murder to have them.

Men who had such androgynous features like him had always gotten under my skin in an uncomfortable way.

Suddenly, he pushed his front door wider, filling the doorway with his frame.

And holy shit, the guy was fucking huge.

He wasn’t as tall as me, but those remaining inches didn’t make him feel like any less of a threat.

His broad shoulders stretched against the thin material of his sleeveless shirt, and the huge cut-off armholes exposed thick muscles along his arms and sides.

If he didn’t play some kind of sport, then the bastard had to live in a gym.

Which meant this wasn’t going to be quick.

Good.

I wanted a fight and I was gonna fucking get one.

“Do you have the wrong door, mate?” He suddenly asked, breaking the tensed silence stretching between us.

Of fucking course, he had a British accent.

The posh sound of his voice boiled my blood to a steaming point and I glared at him even harder.

It wasn’t until those blue eyes narrowed did I force myself to speak.

“You forgot this,” I said finally, holding up the wallet.

“Oh fuck.”

His eyes widened with recognition and the asshole tried to slam the door shut.

But I quickly shoved my foot forward to block it, driving my shoulder against the door.

It burst open with a loud bang and Monroe stumbled backward. “What the fuck?”

“I’m gonna kill you.” I growled, throwing the wallet to the ground.

Those bright blue eyes flared with irritation and then, just as quickly the look was gone, replaced by exasperation.

“Look,” Ezra said quietly, holding his hands up. “I genuinely didn’t know Tammy had a boyfriend when I slept with her, alright? And it’s just sex. Meant nothing to me.”

His lips twists into a wiry smile as he said the last part… That fucking accent wrapped around the words, sounding almost amused.

I saw red.

Baring my teeth, I swung at him, but the bastard moved like flash.

He sidestepped my punch smoothly before grabbing my wrist and twisting hard enough to throw me off balance.

In the blink of an eye, he shoved me into the door and my breath punched out of my lungs. “Fuck.”

His hard body pressed against my back, pinning me there, while he forced my arm up between my shoulder blades.

The pain made me disoriented and all I could process was the sheer humiliation.

I was getting pinned by the asshole who fucked my girlfriend.

Did he hold Tammy down like this too before sliding his disgusting cock inside her?

Did she like it?

“Get off me—!”

Growling like a wild beast, I struggled hard against his grip, trying to throw him off, but the guy was ridiculously strong. He wasn’t stronger than me, exactly, but strong enough that overpowering was going to take more effort than I imagined.

“Christ,” he muttered behind me. “Would you calm down? I already told you I didn’t know she had a boyfriend.”

His mouth was too close to my ear.

I could feel his warm breath ghosting down the side of my neck. It was fucking disgusting.

“Stop fucking lying,” I snarled, jerking violently against him again. “There’s nobody on campus who doesn’t know Tammy is my girlfriend.”

A soft scoff sounded behind me.

Then, in that same haughty accent dripping with condescension, he said. “Bit self-important, isn’t it? Believing everyone keeps track of your dating life like you’re bloody royalty. I don’t even know who the hell you are.”

I was the captain and star forward of ALU hockey team.

On this campus, that practically was royalty.

Everyone knew who the fuck I was.

The fact this asshole was pretending skewered the last bit of my self-control.

With a hiss, I slammed my head backward as hard as I could.

Ezra cursed sharply when the back of my skull connected with his nose and his grip on me loosened.

Taking advantage of it, I twisted free and spun around to face the asshole.

Fuck. The sight of the blood running from Monroe’s nose, down to his chin tingled the twisted parts of me.

His face was already too pretty for a man, but now with the crimson smears across those swollen lips, he finally looked fucked up.

I wanted to fuck him up more.

“Aww mate,” he finally muttered as he straightened to his full height. “You really shouldn’t have fucking done that.”

Was he threatening me?

Once again, I saw red.

This time though, I planned my move perfectly so when I came at him, the force of my body slammed him backward and we crashed to the floor in a tangle of fists and limbs

“You ruined my relationship,” I roared as I drove my fist into his jaw.

His head snapped sideways with the blow, but the asshole recovered fast and shoved me away, rolling us across the floor.

We slammed into the side of his furniture and despite me being above him, he somehow punched me directly on the mouth.

Pain exploded through my lip and the taste of copper flooded my mouth.

“I didn’t ruin your relationship,” he hissed. “if all it took was one random bloke to get into her panties, then maybe your relationship was never strong enough to begin with.”

His words had some modicum of truth in them, but that didn’t mean I had to accept it.

He fucked my girlfriend, in my own fucking bed, point blank period.

I was going to fucking kill him.

Rearing my fist back, I sent it forward to slam into his stupid nose and destroy that perfect arch, but Ezra must have seen it coming.

The asshole fought dirty after all.

Before my fist could connect with his face, he hooked his leg around mine and twisted.

Suddenly he was on top and my back slammed against the floor.

As I wheezed from the pain, he grabbed both my wrists and pinned them above my head, while straddling my waist to lock me down.

“Fuck off,” I snarled bucking violently beneath him, but his thick muscular thighs simply tightened around my hips.

“You know,” he panted, blood smeared across his mouth while his chest rose heavily beneath his thin shirt. “You should actually be thanking me.”

I stared at him like he’d lost his fucking mind. “Why the fuck should I be grateful to the asshole who fucked my girl?”

“Precisely.” He said haughtily. “By fucking her, I showed you exactly what type of woman she is.”

God, why did the asshole have to be such a mouthy bastard?

His words fucking incensed me and I bucked upward again, trying to throw him off when something hard suddenly pressed against me.

My brain short circuited and I froze.

No.

No fucking way.

“Are you fucking hard right now?” I blurted.