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[56] Poetically Shattered

p o e t i c a l l y  s h a t t e r e d
CONRAD'S POV:

"Are you ready for midterms?" I ask Covey on our way out of the elevator of the apartment suites.

She tugs on the straps to her backpack and gives me a puffy-cheeked, fish face. "It's about poetry, right?"

"Yes."

"So it should be easy, right?"

"I can't name any specifics for you, nor can I say anything more than that," I say, reaching down to put her hand in mine. "That would be cheating and unfair to the other students."

"Since when did you care about that?" she snorts as she tugs me towards Troy who's working the counter in the foyer.

I shrug, letting out a grunt. "Midterms are different than... you know."

"Than having a lovey-dovey relationship with me?" she says, giving me a teasing smile. I roll my eyes, but she kisses my cheek anyways. "Yeah, okay Coco Puff."

Troy waves at Covey when she gives him a salute. "Hey T," she chirps, letting go of my hand. Little fucker. 

"Hey! How's my favorite couple doing today?" He runs a hand through his hair before opening the drawer to get out a pair of car keys. "I have a surprise for you."

Covey drops her jaw to the ground, recognizing the set of keys and which car they belong to. "Oh my holy dino chicken nuggets, I freaking love you!" she says dramatically, going behind the counter to hug him.

I glare at her. "Covey."

"What? This is my husband we're talking about," she says, taking the keys from Troy and hugging him longer than I'm comfortable with. Husband? "The car, idiot. Your car is my husband and he's been in the hospital for the last couple weeks."

I put a fist to my mouth and my index finger points at her. "Can you give Troy a little bit of breathing room, Cove?"

Noticing I'm affected by their close proximity, she smiles innocently. Then, to piss me off even more, she grabs his left cheek and plants a tender kiss on his right. "Thank you for reuniting me with my baby."

"My pleasure," he laughs, shaking his head.

I pinch my nose bridge and clench my jaw. When I hear Covey's footsteps retreating, I look to the door where she's walking out to meet my car in the valet area. Consequently, I give Troy a death glare. "Don't ever let her fucking kiss you again, bro. She's off limits. Obviously."

"Yes, sir." He offers me a funny look. "I can't believe you're so fucking obsessed with her."

My jaw pulls itself so it's even tighter. "Good, I'm glad that's obvious too."

He gives me a nod and raises his hands in surrender, and I start walking to meet Covey outside. She's bent over, looking at the rear bumper that got fixed. So, without caring who's watching, and without warning, I go right up to her figure and smack her ass as hard as I can. She lets out a loud gasp and her hands fall on the trunk of my car.

I bend over her body. My chest is pressed to her back and my hips are flush with hers as my lips brush against her ear. "Do you really think it's funny to play games like that, my love?" 

Covey's breathing goes ragged, and I feel her lungs fill with oxygen before she responds, "Yes, Sir. I think it's quite entertaining."

"Well," I say, my voice darkly smooth, "I find your little acts of mischief to be very condescending." I hum lowly, trailing my hands over her curves. "And I don't appreciate it."