Page 48 of Unwritten Rules

Did I mention how much I hated the elitists?

“No.” I rubbed my face and sighed. “You must be thinking of your other boy toy.”

She leaned up to the door frame to bat her eyes at me. The softening of her face looked better than the twisted expression. “Don’t you worry. My daddy will convince you.”

Thank God she left.

“Who was at the door?” Josh, one of my buddies who lived here, walked out into the kitchen freshly out of bed.

I poured myself a cup of coffee, needing the caffeine. “Just a girl who can’t take a hint.”

“Lady killer,” he laughed.

“Lady avoider,” I mumbled.

He held up a carton of eggs. “Want some?”

“Sure.”

“So, what’s up with the lady avoidance? Never knew you to turn down pussy.” He turned to me after setting up the stove, eyes wide. “Are you going monogamous?”

I waved him off, diving back into the cup of bitter coffee. “Nah. Sloane’s just a level ten clinger.”

“I don’t know, man. I wouldn’t cross her.”

“Yeah, yeah. I have other shit to worry about.”

“Like?”

Like the info I discovered about Fallon. Like the quest I sent Reaper on. Like the overwhelming number of rats that kept popping up. “Work and shit. My grandfather has me working more than ever and keeping up with baseball and classes.” The classes part was a lie, but everyone made the same comment.

“What’s it like to be the grandson of the richest man since ever?”

He asked me that a lot. Being from a family that could afford just enough, Josh couldn’t comprehend that there were zero obstacles if you had the funds. “Tiring,” was all I said.

“I could imagine. You’re going to take over for him one day, right?”

“Right.”

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“Alright, everyone!Lace up and start your laps!”

Practice for baseball was one of the few places I tried to clear my mind. Exercise and pistol whipping made up a lot of my time lately outside of keeping tabs on my new girl. I was protecting my grandfather’s investment in her mother in a way. Though, he wouldn’t see it that way.

Stay away from the Montgomery girl.

No thanks. That made her more tempting.

If only I could just feel how soft those lips were for once...

“Vaughn! Pick up the goddamned pace!” Coach blew the whistle, making everyone turn to watch my slow jog. “What the fuck is up with you today? Does baseball mean nothing to you?”

I hastened. “Sorry, coach!”

He shook his head, disappointed.

“Late night?” One of the guys taunted.

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