Page 30 of Love Me

Bailey says, “Celine’s hurt. You promised to love her. Instead of making her even more justified in hating us, do your best to show her we won’t abide by Grandmother’s tyrannical rule.”

“Love is stupid,” Abigail adds with a sigh.

An idea hits me. “Give me your phone.”

She hands it to me and I leave. Giddiness spreads through me.

You want to play, Celine? Let’s play.

I shut the door to my shiny black BMW, slipping into the leather seat. The beast of the engine roars under me. I fucking love this car. I drive the short distance to the college parking lot. When I arrive, Celine is propped up on the hood of her car.

I shoot a text to my phone, pretending I am Abi.

I still have your taste in my mouth.

Celine reads it. I wait, knowing the new her will seethe in anger before responding. It’s as if we can’t help ourselves.

Meanwhile, my dick is hard as hell, remembering Celine’s taste and the feel of her squeezing my head between her thighs. My personal heaven.

I’ve had better pussy. Stop being so desperate, Abigail.

I burst into laughter, my head falling back on the headrest. This woman will be my undoing.

I text back. I should have known it was you who stole his phone.

She’s surrounded by Mia and Hunter while my friends gesture for me to come to them. A line digs between her brows as she types furiously. She gives me a high I would ride until the end of time.

For your info. I don’t want his dick. I have one already, and let me tell you, it’s even better.

Anger swirls in my head, obliterating all reason.

I type without thinking.

You had his all yet you settled for less. Must run in the family.

Our eyes lock. Her father was never welcomed in the Family. Not enough pedigree and all.

I march over to her, and she shoves the phone into my chest. Hunter drags her to him, and my control snaps. Pulling my elbow back, I slam my fist into his face.

He spits blood and comes at me.

Punches fly, shrieks erupt, but we’re too engrossed in taking each other down. I release all my pent-up energy on him, the guy who replaced me in Celine’s heart and her body.

Abigail digs her nails into my arms, struggling to peel me away.

“Kaden, if she finds out…,” she whispers.

She. The old hag. Grandmother.

I turn to everyone who has witnessed this scene. “If I catch even one glimpse of this on the internet, I will fucking make you rue the day you thought this college would bring you closer to your dreams.”

Celine drags Hunter back. “Are you insane?”

I breathe hard and fast. Don’t dish out what you can’t take.

“You’re our leader,” Blake admonishes. “Behave like one. We accepted your position because of your strength, but Grandmother was right to doubt you. Celine is a weakness rotting you from the inside.” With that, Blake pushes me back and walks away, mumbling.

I lost it, with witnesses, because I can’t fathom the idea of Celine with someone else. Jealousy blinded me.

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