Page 30 of SummerTime Madness
Only if I get what I want… which I’m sure I will.
I smile. “That’s exactly why I want in.”
He shakes his head. “Why?”
Because my name is Chase fucking Calderon, and I’m tired of living in the shadows of those I love. I want to play their games–be included in their mental battles. Be the one to fucking finally pullingthe strings, even if I have to fuck the scientist that will create death or evolution.
“Cordelia is going. I’ll make sure of it.”
Elias cups the back of my neck, his eyes studying me. Everyone knows who Cordelia Suarez is. The upcoming botanist and scientist, ‘The Plant Whisperer.’ There’s been enough articles written about the prodigy, but what makes Cordy special is her blood.
And no one would have known that if she wouldn’t have gotten cut during the observations. The way the spores react to her blood was something truly groundbreaking. This is why I trust my plan... Trust our love.
We will transcend.
I just need to get her there.
His hands slip behind my waistband. “You want those tickets.Earn them.”
Tate’s hands slide up my back, curling around the base of my neck.
“You good?” Scanning me in a way you would look at a test subject.
“Couldn’t be better, I’m just excited for the festival.”
The lie tastes bitter on my lips, and the guilt of deceiving him claws at me, but how else can I get what I want?
How else can Iget them to give in?
I just want to give them a taste, small enough to feel but not enough to digest. Tightening my fist around the DUST packet inside my pocket, my lips curl into a smile.
There’s no going back now.
Everything so far has gone according to plan, now all I need to do is get them alone. I want to make sure when we touch down on Luna Island, they are bonded.
Nothing says bonded than good hate fuck. It’s been a while since I watched them–my dick jolts at the memory. It’s truly beautiful watching fire and ice come together.
“Did you hear her say she graded my thesis?” he asks, as he pulls out a joint from a glass container.
“No, I didn’t. Why? Does it bother you?”
Tate takes a long, deep pull from the joint, the smoke curling around the corner of his lips.
“It doesn’t.” He exhales. “Her acknowledgement is what pisses me off, that I care about it. Her approval made me hum with satisfaction.”
I pluck the joint from his lips, leaning into the metal railing.
“What you need to do is fuck her, get it out of your system. We are here to have fun, nerd.”
He scoffs.
“Speaking of Cordy, where is she?”
Tate shrugs.
“Probably in her room, there’s no one here.”
I nod in agreement, passing the joint back to Tate after taking a pull from the herb. “Do you think she’s onto something?”
