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A small taste.

But enough for me to want more.

“Look at the list. You’ll see you’ve already started knocking the amount off your debt.”

I take another bite of my slice and turn to face her.

“This is going to be fun, isn’t it?” I study her lips, red, full, and fucking perfect.

Why do they look so damn good right now?

Maybe because I want them wrapped around my dick.

There are a lot of things I want from her.

And I am going to enjoy every second of this.

FIVE

TRIXIE

Walking into the house,I hear everyone in the sitting room. I make sure to come home just before dinner. The less time I have to be around these people, the better. I can’t wait to get out of here.

I don’t have a plan for what I want to do after high school, but whatever I do, it has to be better than my life here.

My life sucks at home, and Declan is making sure I won’t enjoy high school either. Luckily, he left me alone after lunch. I wanted to push his hand away from me, but his grip on my thigh was too tight. Fighting back would’ve only hurt me more because I don’t know what plans he has for me.

I stop by the bottom of the stairs when my dad calls my name.

“How was school?”

I have no idea why he’s asking me because he doesn’t understand my responses to him. So, I do the only thing I always do. I smile.

It’s the only way I can tell himI’m fine.

Even if I told him the truth, he wouldn’t believe me.

Did he believe me last time?

No.

He believedher- his wife. And she told him I was lying abouteverythingbecause I missed getting his attention.

It’s fucked up that I lost my mom, but losing my dad a few years later, even though he’s standing right in front of me, he’s notmydad.

“Have dinner with us. I’ve missed having dinner as a family. You’re pushing me away.”

My dad takes the bag from my hands, and I have to wonder—who’s pushing who away?

He did.Not me.

“Are you making another dress? Do you need anything?”

I look up at him in surprise.

Is he really going to buy me something?

He hasn’t done that in a long time. Sure, he puts money into my account for me to use how I please. He never asks where I spend it. And there’s only ever just enough for food.

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