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“Gotta go.” He hangs up.

I sit and stew for a few minutes, all thought about continuing my work is gone. Now all I hear is the shitty way Finn’s dad spoke to him, and the red shame on his face.

What a twat. I’m angry for him.

It makes me thankful for our over-sharing clan. My dad would never talk to us that way.

Sage:Your dad sounded like an asshole. Don’t let what he said sink in, okay?

The message is read, but he never replies.

I understand some of his dickish behavior now.

Like father, like son.

C H A P T E R 10

Finn

“I’m leaving tomorrow, Finn. We have to hook-up tonight.”

The demand comes with an arm around my shoulder and a mouth at my ear.

I turn my head to meet the green eyes coated in lust looking back at me. Paris isn’t drunk yet, but she isn’t far off. She paws at my chest and I grab her hands from wandering down to my uninterested cock. Months ago I would have spent a few hours pushing out orgasms. I’m without desire now.

Not for her, anyway.

I can’t even rouse a half a dick. And haven’t been able to since Sage rolled into my life and messed me up, made me something I’m not.

I’m not.

“I’ve got beer dick, babe. I’d be no good to you,” I lie.

She pouts as only Paris can. She’s been a brat since she joined our circle. I’m an advocate of women enjoying sex whenever they want it, but I don’t want to be the one tagged in. Without missing a beat she rolls up to her feet and straddles Bates’ lap. Her mouth attached to his neck.

I smirk at his grin as he palms her ass and squeezes hard enough until the meat pops out both sides of her denim shorts.

They fool around for a while and I ignore the slurping noises.

A few more of our crew turn up. It’s the last hurrah for many of us before we break apart and go do our own thing. A few of us are staying here in the city.

When Bates sets Paris free so she can go across the bar to see Avery, one of her former hook-ups, he grabs his beer and slouches next to me.

“How’s your dad gonna react when he finds out you haven’t gone to Alabama?”

I smirk, unbothered. My give a fuck for that man went AWOL the day seven-year-old me walked in on him banging one of the house staff. That wasn’t the last time he had affairs with both staff and friends of my mom. Any hero worship I felt for him died when he told me it was none of my goddamn business, and I’d be sent away if I told my mom.

Of fucking course, I told her. Only for her to let me know it was my dad’s business and we shouldn’t mention it again.

It took me a long time to realize she knew about his affairs and didn’t care.

My mom is a socialite and doesn’t know how to be anything else other than the wife of a rich guy. I’ve made my peace with how she won’t change. I figure if she’s been waiting for me to go to college so she can leave him too, then this is a big week for us both.

“Don’t care. He’s already given me my three year’s tuition check. I doubt he’ll even know it’s gone to the wrong school.”

Bates snickers. “Glad we’re both sticking around the city. We’ll still cause hell, right?”

“Sure,” I agree. But my aim is to get my degree and get the hell out of New York. I fish out two fifties and toss them over to him. “You wanna hit up your guy for some weed?”

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