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“Milo, no. We can’t,” I groan.
“We can,” he moans. “You want me. All I did was kiss you, and you reached for me.”
Milo’s mouth comes crashing down on me. I try to grab his face and pull his mouth off me.
He grabs my hands and entwines them with his own, pinning both of them on the mattress as he grinds. He starts to suck on my neck, and I start to ride this high out like there is no tomorrow.
We come at the same time, with Milo holding me until I slip into the same oblivion I could never otherwise find.
CHAPTER 2
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Raven
This. Is. A. Nightmare.
It’s my actual fucking worst nightmare. It started days ago, and it will not end.
First, I woke up with Milo draped over my body. That moment was followed by a revolving door of our family members pouring in and out of my room.
Hazy realizations are coming together like puzzle pieces. Milo dragged me to his bedroom, we got caught, and I fell down the stairs.
Since then, he has been keeping me high on painkillers.That fucker even had sex with me last night while I was doped out of my mind.
He put my clothes back on, so I didn’t realize till foggy memories of our fuckfest came back later in the day. He forgot to give me another dose of Vicodin, which is why I am lucid right now.
I have a splitting headache—a full-on migraine. But everyone keeps on talking, going on, and on.
My parents came by earlier today to give me their blessing over Milo and me being an official couple. Now the Sinclairs are here. Kill me now.
“... now you really get to be our daughter. Truly a part of this family. We are so happy you two made it official,” Tessa has been going on for five minutes.
“Come on, Tessa! Raven has always been our daughter,” Uncle Reese pipes in.
“Of course, she has,” Tessa agrees. “But now it’s official.”
This situation is getting worse. They are talking like we are about to get married. I have to get out of this mess, but how?
I have already moved out of my place. I am broke. My parents are broke. My brain is foggy. I am immobile. My right leg is injured, and it has to stay elevated.
They caught Milo and me right after we had sex. There is no way for me to deny the labels they are throwing without looking like a giant slut. This is not something I can easily come back from, especially with Milo’s declarations of love.
I am cornered, and Milo knows it. He is just sitting on the bed with an amused look, playing the role of the perfect “boyfriend.”
“Well, should we break out the good champagne to celebrate?” Uncle Reese suggests.
I need a plan, but it’s so hard to think with all of their irritating cheerfulness. It’s causing my analytical skills to slip, and it's being replaced by this irritability that I cannot explain.
“No,” I say curtly and in a very harsh tone.
Everyone turns to me in shock. Even I am shocked by my tone. I might speak to Milo that way, but I have never spoken to Uncle Reese or Tessa that way. It’s not in my DNA.
However, I feel paranoid. None of them should be okay with Milo and I being together. We know too many people in this city, and dating your ex-legal guardian is a scandal of an epic proportion.
There is only one reason why they would be okay with this. The whole family depends on Milo. He is the primary breadwinner now.
I can’t shake the suspicions that they are all trying to manipulate me. Are they letting him have me as a consolation prize for his years of service to this family?
