Free bullied (Possessed #0.5) by K.L. Donn Page B

his shit because a couple stupid jocks called her a slut for basically humping his leg was frightening but also hot as hell. The anger that clouded his vision quicker than his lust for her was a major turn on. And that scared the hell out of Cecilia.
    Her body never had that kind of reaction to a man before— Not like she had a ton of experience. But she’d never melted from a look either, and when he’d called her my goddess she had. Panty melting, pussy dripping, a puddle of lust in the middle of the floor kind of melted.
    He’d possessed her in that moment.
    Until he hit the jock.
    No matter how well-deserved it was, she couldn’t get on board with violence of any kind. She spent too many years being the punching bag for bullies. She couldn’t handle watching someone else become one because of her. She wasn’t wired that way, so she ran before things escalated further. She knew who he was, so she knew he wouldn’t get into trouble. He owned half the damn town, and then some, so she knew he’d walk away without a problem.
    Bursting through the doors of the economics building, she quickly started the two-minute walk to the bus stop in hopes it would come before Landon realized she was gone. Thankfully, he didn’t know her last name so he wouldn’t be able to find her. It wasn’t like anyone there knew her first let alone last, so it was unlikely they would give it up to him.
    Luck was on her side; the bus was just pulling up as she got there. Boarding it quickly, she thought of the irony of her running from a man because he was attracted to her. It was usually because they were bullying her. Sitting down in the back corner of the bus, she turned to look back the way she’d come and saw Landon as he was searching frantically for her.
    A pang of sadness hit her chest. Maybe he really was interested in her. But how could she have anything to do with him when he was the older brother of her worst tormentor since sixth grade? Surely he wouldn’t want anything to do with her when his sister told him all about her. Her running was for the best. She didn’t need the heartache he would eventually cause.
     

 
    “I can’t fucking believe she ran,” Landon grumbled to himself, pissed off for more reasons than he cared to examine right then. He had a meeting to get to before he was much later. He’d find his goddess when he was done.
    Climbing in the front seat of his Audi RS 7, she purred to life as he keyed the ignition. Speeding out of the parking lot, he put Cecilia to the back of his mind as he thought over the notes he was going to have to present to his board of trustees for the new rec center he wanted to open downtown.
    Building codes, electrical and plumbing upkeep. He had a building in mind. It was an old warehouse that needed a lot of work, but the space was huge and would be perfect to fit a gym, game rooms, locker rooms, and rec room for the kids. He had high hopes of making it a success.
    Traffic to his office in the Powers Enterprise Complex, in the downtown core, was light so luckily, he was just on time to his meeting. Walking in the building he’d built from the ground up was satisfying. He’d gone to Berkley’s business school graduating with top honors and a business degree that left him wide open to possibilities. He’d worked his way through college doing construction, so he started by building Powers Construction, which quickly turned into Powers Accounting, and a year ago, his Mom had opened Powers Interior Design.
    Their main offices were all located in a large six-floor building. The first floor had reception and security, small locally owned coffee shops and cafés, and a few meeting rooms. The second floor was for the interior design offices and clients. The third floor was the accounting firm with as many as a dozen offices. The fourth was their construction office— everything was wide open spaces in there with only two closed-in offices.
    The fifth floor was a gym and a few small